Laura Wetherington









I shall know when Time is over

wonder will explain the promised I

wonder at the drop of me that scalds





My wheel is dark

it’s dripping

my Tide

A clearing Some have in employ

the gate Flinging back





within my garden

New fingers

the play opon sleep below

the pensive Spring





I think shape and sight

I think shapeless And delirious

my long bright drop






Two wrestled morning ships

a face borne With raised hands




this sun like nests

done the quiet slow syllables




















Laura Wetherington, a Virginia native, is a graduate of the University of Michigan’s MFA program, UC Berkeley’s Undergraduate English Department, and Cabrillo College. She has poems in or forthcoming from Otoliths, Verse, Eleven Eleven, Bombay Gin, Oxford Magazine, and Just Magazine. A Map Predetermined and Chance is her first book. A co-founder of, she currently edits the audio journal with Anna Vitale. She has taught creative writing in the University of Michigan’s English Department, the New England Literature Program, and Eastern Michigan University’s creative writing program. In January 2012, she will join Sierra Nevada College’s low residency MFA program.

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