February 01, 2022
Caged Hare
From here the sky is a distant thing, whiteas the curtains, which move despite the lack of breeze,the way the tree tops used to bend,blending their tips like fingers, touchingone another like shy friends. I dreamI am dusted with the dry snowjust now featheringthe ground. From there I would see the steamof flakes dissolving as they meetthe sun-struck rocks. They release heatlike laughter. The surprise of ...
January 25, 2022
White Sands
Most people wouldn’t think of southern New Mexico as a place a person might go to lean into their queerness. San Francisco or New York, Paris or Berlin, certainly, but an alabaster expanse of Southwestern desert that abuts a U.S. military missile range? Seems unlikely. Yet, drifting among the white sands of the arid New Mexican desert was exactly where I found ...
January 20, 2022
Pleiades congratulates Mee Ok Icaro, winner of the inaugural Prufer Poetry Prize, selected by judge Kevin Prufer. She will receive an award of $1,000 and her winning poem, “otherland,” will be published in the Spring 2022 issue of Pleiades.
Mee Ok Icaro is an award-winning memoirist, poet, and essayist. She placed as runner-up in the Prairie Schooner Creative Nonfiction Contest, and was a finalist for the Scott ...
January 18, 2022
Little TimeWe must go for a walkin the freshly-washedworld, he says.We must venture intothe thicket with cactiin our open corneas.There is so much to see,little time.Little time, trickling from an eave.Little time, dropping from leaves,falling,collecting, becomingserious puddles forpaper boats to cross.We must build a paper-boatin the freshly-puddledworld, he says.We must write our secretnames on the hull.Little boat, ...
