[Scribed, we mull ghosts—]
Devon Wootten
[Scribed, we mull ghosts—]
Scribed, we mull ghosts—
their rote forms.
What’s ever to a shade?
What’s decay?
If not the softening edge of any one thing,
the din of us—(most days)—the heft & swell.
Dire relics / made apt.
Were there oceans.
There were oceans.
—though days were—
—though nights were—
As cove ought,
as bough to root & further—
flux and flummox,
thread in us a glinting,
our eyes bound up like stars.
Devon Wootten is a faculty member at Whitman College. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Best American Experimental Writing, Fence, LIT, and Colorado Review, among others. A former resident at Yaddo and Anderson Ranch, he holds an MFA from the University of Montana and a PhD from the University of Iowa. He was a 2019–2020 Fulbright Scholar to Ireland, where he taught at NUI Galway. He lives with his wife among the wheat fields of southeast Washington and is responsible for bestamericanyou.com and wikipoesis.com.
Fiction
Field Games| Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya
Two Grandmothers | Beth Rubinstein Bosworth
Souvenirs| Marisa Matarazzo
Waters | Gina Chung
Thick City| Katie Jean Shinkle
Nonfiction
Ritual | Wendy Noonan
unshaped & flor de llamas | JJ Peña
Along for the Ride | Jen Ippensen
Ghosts Everywhere | Gabrielle Behar-Trinh
Poetry
On Grooves | Emma DePanise
look how much you don’t keep bees | Catherine Weiss
[Scribed, we mull ghosts—] | Devon Wootten
If without regretting I am telling you every single word | Elana Lev Friedland
On Being Taught the Phrase “Fuck You” by the White Boys | Eric Wang
Some Other Solid Thing | Jory Mickelson
On Absence | John A. Nieves
Pumpkin Seeds | Lucas Jorgensen
Pillar of Cloud | Jeffrey Levine
Pesach Cascade Poem | Sonja Vitow
Performance | Charlotte Hughes