Leah VanSyckel

What Comes Next Phoenix, Arizona: it’s January and it’s 65 degrees. He brings me a mug of warm coffee with just the right amount of cream

Svalbard Missive You make me grateful even a brook can have its favorite basin. I always say this time of year – have you seen it?

When You Asked Me To Tell You What Doesn’t Make Me Sad              Deployment Day 145 Redbuds. Garlic scapes. Toothwort belled up in May. What your

Whale Shark Spots are like human fingerprints, and the plankton whorl in our palms while your mouth sieves the sea. Our backs not finned, not starred,

Tongue-Lick of Flame It’s been a hard summer, one long exhalation into the pout of heat, the backhand of drought owing its way like an insect

Sevenfold Goodbye 1 Ponca We left sea level this morning, headed north on a highway gradually climbing. Now, on the brink of the ridge,       this road