Read More: A brief interview with Matthew Ulland
Exhale
You were leading
you were following
through the woods behind the house
through the trail around the farm
through the path in the hills
as if you wanted to show me
I wanted to show you
as if there were an answer
in the underground cavern
across the water around
the next corner through the door
whoever whatever had been there
had just left
you could see the dust
we were never arriving
we were just leaving
like exhaling
without taking a breath
Everything Changes, Nothing Perishes
I’d like a myth
I could believe
to make sense,
not only this
taste of tin, this […]
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I Did My Best
I did my best, settled
for love, a house on a hill
where crows glean the undergrowth.
It is enviable, except […]
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Theophany
What was it after all?
A chevron of geese
squawking overhead, red
sunrise, mist dissolving like breath.
Stones I piled one by one
in the clearing in the wood—
a kind of makeshift altar. […]
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Matthew Ulland received his MFA from New England College and works in publishing in Connecticut. His poems, stories, and essays have appeared in Prairie Schooner, Barrow Street, MiPOesias, Illuminations, The Inquisitive Eater: New School Food, Coe Review, The Meadowland Review, Border Crossing, LIT, Hanging Loose, and other journals. He is the author of the chapbook, The Sound in the Corn, and of the novel, The Broken World. Find more of his work at mattulland.com.
Read More: A brief interview with Matthew Ulland