A Chanterelle Empress & Porcini Prince at the Precipice of the World

For K Phung

 

My best male friend in college was a fun guy.

Vietnamese—we share the same “middle name”—

Le, although his is Lê and mine Lệ. That extra

dot carried a lot of weight. Lê, an unassuming pear.

My dad insisted 丽 meant beautiful.

 

My aunt insisted Lì meant crying.

Names get complicated when navigating

three worlds. Consider the mushroom,

not flora, not fauna, . . .

Wade

The ruins sitting quiet on the belly

of the earth, the slush of water filling

the bleached street, the mouth of deluge

raising a toast to white hills, and

the farmers’ agony and its harvest basket

of tears, are the bodies of this poem

sickening my inside like a claw.

 

My wet body, a flotsam at edge

with the drenched cushions

scattered across the void, through

the roil . . .

Reckoning 8 Submission Call

We’re very excited to announce, for the forthcoming Reckoning 8, editors Knar Gavin and Waverly SM! Read on for their issue-specific submission call.

Reckoning is a journal of creative writing on environmental justice; we’re looking for fiction, creative nonfiction, essays, poetry and art.

For Reckoning 8, we want thinking, writing and art . . .