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Did her mother make her attach her worth to her body just as my mother did to her body just as I am doing to mine?

A conversation with poet Candice M. Kelsey on capturing fleeting moments, writing as an act of preservation, and the power of poetry to connect us to ourselves and each other.

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The oranges on the bar at Folies-Bergère Of all that people have said about The bar at Folies-Bergère, no one ever mentions the oranges. Firstly how they look more like tangerines, satsumas, or cle…

<p>It was not curiosity so much as<br /> a calling that brought the fish<br /> paddling up through the gradient<br /> of ocean, the hideous yaw<br /> of her mouth opened as if<br /> in astonishment, e...

By Candice Kelsey January  15, 2023

What will survive us has already begun   Oak galls Two termites’ curious self-perpetuating bodies   Letting the light through the gaps   They lay out their allegiances under the roots of an overturned...

I cannot look away from the bald eagles Jackie and Shadow and their three eggs Atop some tree where they’ve built a nest Of sticks and grass and stalks and sod   Jackie and Shadow and their three eggs...

A chat with Candice Kelsey about her poetry collection, ‘Postcards from the Masthead’ (boats against the current press, 2024) I love the idea of the form of the book as a series of postcards – where d...

—you wrote about the bluebird. They snapped its neck. Then you wrote about the red-bellied woodpecker. But they plucked its feathers. So you wrote about the Carolina wren. And they clipped its wings. ...