Between Magnolia and Stamps, on the dry road, it catches my eye: a flash of blue in the trees, cool violet bells, a color Hargreaves calls a welcome sight in the tropics. How can it thrive here, alien flower, trapped chest-high among the pines, in the underbrush the size of a man, tangled and green?… [Read More]
Robin Kozak lives and works in Carmel, Indiana. Her poems have appeared in Antioch Review, Black Warrior Review, Crazyhorse, The Gettysburg Review, Hotel Amerika, Indiana Review, Poetry Northwest, and other publications. She has recently completed a novel, The Kingdom It Would Be.