It’s very cold in the poem. All I have is the rhythm of my legs—spondaic—with an italic of gimp. And some mud. God might
The snow’s finally receded, even the plow lines brown with soil scraped up along the road. Wooden stakes have sprouted orange flags, tape to
Reviewed by Shannon K. Winston In Everybody Wants to Keep the Moon Inside Them (Mayapple Press, 2025), Ellen Stone explores themes of motherhood, loss,