Poetry: “The World Until Yesterday” by Will Walker

For my father   You keep him alive with longing and regret, memory a patient spider lashing someone once living to that yesterday when his story stopped   and you became one of those spirits divorced from morning sun, riding an iceberg calved from the land, looking shoreward at dusk.   But all the metaphors …

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Poetry: “The Whole Sky Rises Up” by Linda Swanberg

one winter alone in your little cabin you worked meticulously on model ships fingers looped thread after thread—tied tiny knots   made sails: red silk sails blue sails the color of cornflower stiff white sails cut from a sheet, glued, and dried   from each deck you positioned cannons— stealth down to the least detail …