Dante Novario is a writer living in Louisville, KY. A Pushcart, Rhysling, and Best-of-the-Net nominee, his poetry has previously appeared in Notre Dame Review, Nimrod International Journal, The Pinch, Thin Air Magazine, KAIROS, Burningword Literary Journal, and Strange Horizons. His poem “I Drink Rivers” was selected as a finalist for the 2024 Prime Number Magazine Award for Poetry. Find more of his writing on Instagram @dante_novario.
First, make a bird. Very well. Its wings gently grasp black. Does it sing to you? Is it trapped or freed by your hands? Why has it not flown away? Dorsa together, curl the left, fingers forward, a rabbit appears. Will it survive the winter? Can it elude the slender outline of a coyote’s jaw? Shape a heart, does its… Read more →
If only your mother had been a waterfall or a strawberry bush, a flock of albatross with sun woven into their veins. If only your father cried, even once, or saw a mug of coffee perched in moonlight and exclaimed that’s beautiful enough to paint. Haven’t you realized? Everything you did not inherit went to someone else. No matter what… Read more →