Category: New England Review

    Goat, The
    Saba, Umberto
    I’ve spoken to a goat.
    She was alone out in the field, and leashed.
    Sated with grass, drenched</…

    Frost, Carol
    Dusk bled. For the frightened fledgling Silence’s sake
    it barely moved, the jugular going pale,
    and …

    Trethewey, Natasha
    All day I’ve listened to the industry
    of a single woodpecker, worrying the catalpa tree
    just …