Wisco Sonnet

in this quiet rat-race, we wrote

our way through the backcountry

greeting the cryptid offsprings 

of Mustangman and Crowboy

galloping through codeine cornfields.

the coyote-limbed teenagers set off

fireworks by the Culver’s billboard 

for an elixir + ButterBurger combo.

we tasted the horrors of Coon Valley

where they buried your black walnut 

collection in the meshes of Bear Creek.

we hiked beyond our unremarkable life: 

too cruel for the Everglades, too kind 

for the Atlantic, too alive for a ghost tale.


Lora Supandi, wearing a gray shirt and jade necklace, sits inside a traditional tea room, looking upward to the side. The scene is viewed through a reflective windowpane, blurred with cabinets and antiques.

Lora Supandi is a writer—born in Los Angeles, now based in Brooklyn. She graduated from Stanford University, where she was a Levinthal Scholar in Poetry. Her poems have appeared in Diode, Out-Spoken Press, and elsewhere.