The Spring Issue | 2021

Welcome to B O D Y’s 2021 Spring Issue. It’s been a dramatic few months since our Winter Issue came out, and we’ve been working hard behind...
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The Selected Letters of John Berryman | Friday Pick

These letters make Berryman less mysterious, more human. Less a sozzled immortal and more a person struggling like all of us.

Milan Děžinský

We sit and watch the chickadees in the feeder, / drinking hot tea, a celebration of security / with dusk’s familiar arrival.

Nina Kossman

She knew, from her own observation of men, that to pretend to be macho was very difficult. She was so glad that she was not a man that she even called her daughter "Glad-I-am-not-a-man"

Derek Ellis

these clouds, some / so light I can see the sky’s // ridiculous boundary

Robin Vigfusson

There was a loving relaxation in their postures and she had to remind herself the widow was eighty, ten years older than she was or she’d think they were having an affair.

Fine Press Poetry | Publisher’s Story

I like to be instrumental in the design of the binding of the book as this is where I feel I can express some creativity, to put my stamp on the book.

Christian Formoso

they don’t rise or fall. they’re framed / on the walls. driftless syllables ornamental / and motionless.

Justin Lacour

After I dropped her off, I lit a cigarette and blasted shit that could most generously be described as coffeehouse punk on my way out of the suburbs. I love people, but I’m also a little relieved when they go.

Francesca Bell

we are the dumpster fire we encircle to warm our greedy hands in the dark

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