So I recently read F(X), a poem by Annalise Lozier, published in The Kenyon Review, which works to create images so fluidly that I was moved. Lines like “I have a sore spot / on each side of my head where our eyes used to be / when we were fish,” had me melting on the page. Along creating these vivid images, the poem also works with white space in ways that I think our current workshop works to emulate.
It’s also a beautiful read. Grab onto your seat for the last lines:
” I know terminal velocity when I feel it,
the color of salmon eggs— Do you?”