humble creatures




my dear one, my whitetailed deer, my jonathan apple and neuron firedo you see these nettles I am holding? when we have midwinter, I think we have sadness too, like used confettia blanched asterisk under the glaze. this year has not been kind. awhile, I shook like jewelry, a beam refractingiridescent and damaged. my strength never enough to get us through this fierce, eternal stretch of pine woods and pine boxes for every cadaver. the screaming begins again. I am mum, my hair lustering like confectioner’s sugar. let me ask you where to go for blessedness. sustain me in the vein, in the vine with chlorophyllto be a lush, expectant seedling.




Emily Corwin is an MFA candidate in poetry at Indiana University-Bloomington and the former Poetry Editor for Indiana Review. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Gigantic Sequins, Day One, Hobart, Yemassee, THRUSH, and elsewhere. She has two chapbooks, My Tall Handsome (Brain Mill Press) and darkling (Platypus Press) which were published in 2016. Her first full-length collection, tenderling, is forthcoming in 2018 from Stalking Horse Press. You can follow her online at @exitlessblue.