Liz Robbins

We have to feature Liz Robbins's poem "Under Pressure" in the Summer 2014 issue from the BeloitPoetryJournal. What great imagery, and I love what it evokes--the ancient world, people advancing silently on the water, just a gorgeous piece. Very beautiful.


Here's an excerpt:
[...] hasty if cold exit, how the terrible
dates would suddenly shift, the house of self cycloned by the gulf 
stream of a single question,
the nightmare swallows made sluggish by perpetual frustrated nesting. 
And this is how we’d cripple ourselves away from forever and gold. 
Some would speak. More falling. . . . Like midnight in the garden,
a singing jag both beautiful and sad. 
And how we’d move on, drivers in our long sculling boats.