I wish I could read faster, but when I open a book, my whole body slows down as I let the prose find its rhythm. Sometimes I forget the story altogether, luxuriating in the words.
Rawshock by Toby Fitch
Mathematics and divinity in new poetry from Peter Coghill
New poetry from David Musgrave
An abundance of summertime riches in new poetry from Emily Ballou
Musings during the morning commute in new poetry from Geoff Page
Religious transcendence in new poetry from Andrew Stuckgold