Andrew Braithwaite

These Were Our Best Years We slept better after we invented violence, some of us resumed the habit of muffling cries with newly plumped pillows. We sang the...

M-A-T-H She said she’d come back if she could, to tell me. To say what it was like, but she didn’t.Snow blows off the roof...

Downriver Upstate New York. A bucolic Rochester suburb. A river running past splintered churches and long-abandoned watermills, alongside Main Street and over the falls. Downstream...

Midsommar Dag January in Minnesota is color stretched thin, pulled until you can see through it, even the delicate aquamarine too cold to hold clouds....

Highwire The old board hung like a highwire from the crumbling pumphouse to the rock wall a few feet away. The pumphouse roof had been...

On Murder “And God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of...

There Is the Urge to Find Meaning There was the dream about the raven. I climbed alone into a box canyon to find it there...

Green Migraine(s), John Clare, and Unapologetic Poetry: An Interview with Michael Dickman Dear Michael, Long story short, I first started reading your work as an undergraduate in...

Verdict HENCEFORTH the peerless jury finds gravity null, unconstitutional—at last hereby nothing binds or keeps us from disanchoring. Sweet revelation! Oh Hurry, good fearless citizens: Annotate the textbooks! Dismantle the roofs and parapets, already we’re unstapling our bones are ruderal dispersing heavenward like...

On Cessation A crow clinging to a reed stabsat little fish. The lake holdsits setting sun a moment longerthan the horizon. Mosquitoes prickwhat bleeds. A...