nicole kornher-stace

Well, it ain't like the shotgun isn't loaded,
like he gets the shakes to aim, like he couldn't
plug a flying nickel at four dozen...

1.
These gouges where glaciers furrowed toward the sea
were smooth-sloped still, ice-muscled, snowbound;
these waves, a salt-waste...

(title credit to Larissa Lichty)

In a second I’m going to ask you to do something. Don’t worry, it’s not too weird. Ready? Picture...