Jane Zwart teaches at Calvin University and co-edits book reviews for Plume. Her poems have appeared in Poetry, The Southern Review, Threepenny Review, HAD, and Ploughshares, and her first collection of poems is coming out with Orison Books in fall 2025. Read more at janezwart.com.
To count the times a basketball changes hands demands such single-mindedness that half of us miss the gorilla who disrupts the psychiatrist’s skit, so if the question is whether anyone remarked the buck— patient as a lawn ornament— where pitch sloped to thicket, I doubt it. I do not doubt you could hide a troop of gorillas in a peewee… Read more →
A lozenge, a smoke, advice about my skirts and sons—people offer me things. Condolences. Leaflets: I shake my head, and still a man shoves one in my hand. Somehow he knows that at the moment of truth, when he lets go, I will not, that I will not let him make me an accessory to litter. With little children, it’s… Read more →