The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock (Codhill Press 2023).


LIGHT OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN

How to describe the light
of the midnight sun on these islands
midway between Norway
and the North Pole, covering
sixty-two thousand square kilometers?

Locals claim in the midst of summer,
tiring of one perpetual day,
they begin longing for the darkening
beckoning the start of the long polar night.

At first, I couldn’t quite
believe them, but after a brief
first week, I begin to understand—
light on the sea and land
foiling my grasp of time.

It’s Ramadan, with no moon
to track, no stars to shed silver on
the night. But then of course if
I were here the other side of a year,
no doubt I’d long to feel a trace
of sunshine on my face.

Light these summer nights
here on the open sea, in narrow fjords—
sun’s disk dallying on the horizon’s rim—
has no beginning or end—too much
of a good thing. My inclination
is all things in moderation.

Glaring light pours through my porthole,
thanks to the Earth’s axial tilt
while our tall ship sails on
throughout the ceaseless polar day
under the incessant, gloaming night-
light of a pearl-gray sky

and in the shadow, the silence—
save a drip here, a pop there—
of diminishing ice.


Diana Woodcock (she/her) has authored seven poetry collections, most recently Reverent Flora ~ The Arabian Desert’s Botanical Bounty (Shanti Arts, 2025), Heaven Underfoot (2022 Codhill Press Poetry Award), Holy Sparks (2020 Paraclete Press Poetry Award finalist), and Facing Aridity (2020 Prism Prize for Climate Literature finalist). Her eighth chapbook, Dark Flowers and Survivors, is forthcoming in May 2026 (dancing girl press& studio). A four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, she received the 2011 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Poetry Prize for Women for her debut collection, Swaying on the Elephant’s Shoulders. Currently teaching at VCUarts Qatar, she holds a PhD in Creative Writing from Lancaster University, where she researched poetry’s role in the search for an environmental ethic.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.


Project Bookshelf: Nafisa Hussain

I have the smallest room in my house, meaning that I hardly have any storage. Last summer, I ordered a £50 bookshelf from IKEA and practically forced it into the little box that is my bedroom. I moved things around, sacrificed clothing space, and somehow it worked. Organising the books was a mess of its own. It took me a few days since I was so overwhelmed. Do I organise them by genre or by how often I reach for them? Even now, when I look at the bookshelf on my right, I get a tad confused, and it takes me a while to find the book I want to read.

The only link I can make out from my top shelf is that those stories revolve around people, from Sally Rooney to confessions of a forty-something f##k up. I also have books that were either recommended to me or given as a gift. Think Like an Anthropologist was provided to me on my very first day of lectures as a first-year university student. Everyday Sexism was gifted to my entire class by my drama teacher on my last day of sixth form. The Full Diet was recommended to me by my doctor. How to Job Search in Book Publishing was recommended to me during ‘Publishing Week’, where I was desperate to find insights on how to get a role in the Publishing Industry.

My second shelf contains the classics – and the Bridgerton series. I binged season 1 when it was released and immediately bought the series. Jane Eyre, Little Women, Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, The Great Gatsby, Anna Karenina, The Picture of Dorian Gray… All stories that I had zero interest in during English class, but immediately sought out during my early 20s.

It is no secret that my favourite genre is fantasy. To be able to escape to something so different, where there are different worlds, magics and powers, is my favourite pastime. I have two shelves dedicated to this genre – with a splash of dystopian worlds. From ACOTAR to the Shadow and Bone series, Hafsah Faizal and the Shatter Me series. And of course, the classic Hunger Games series. My fourth shelf also contains books that just truly hurt. Although I know what happens in A Thousand Splendid Suns, As the Lemon Trees Grow, and Alchemised – I cannot bring myself forward to read them just yet, for fear of just breaking my heart.

My final shelf contains classic YA and mystery books. I have not read many mystery stories (I know myself well enough that, although I would enjoy the plot, I would also get incredibly frustrated with myself for not figuring it out sooner). But Twilight is the book that I probably reach out for the most on this shelf, simply because one of my friends is obsessed with it and is a vehement team-Jacob supporter.

Looking at my bookshelf, I am aware that I have not read the majority of my books. I used to feel embarrassed about it – about being so eager to buy new stories yet constantly only reaching for my comfort reads. But a few months ago, when I was in Waterstones, I had a discussion with this lovely bookseller. He confided in me that he had not read most of the books in his collection, but he also told me that it didn’t matter. His collection reflects what he wants to read, what he would like to explore and open his mind and heart to. He told me that life can easily get in the way of getting into a good book, and that it was completely okay; that one day, when I was less stressed and busy, I would find the time to sit down with a nice cup of tea and a fresh read.


Nafisa Hussain (she/her) holds a BSc in Anthropology and Sociology from Brunel University, where she primarily focused her work on race issues in the UK. She has published book reviews in the Hillingdon Herald Newspaper and volunteers for the Books2Africa charity.

Sundress Reads: Review of Follow This Blood to Find a Dead Thing

Sundress Reads

Charles K. Carter’s Follow This Blood to Find a Dead Thing: Poems and Tales (Fernwood Press, 2026) is an explorative, alluring collection of flash fiction, vignettes, free verse, and more. Divided into four sections, the book transforms a vessel of ecopoetics into an examination of human relationships, sexuality, and mental health. Carter’s sophomore release paints pictures of stunning, overgrown, and lustrous landscapes while simultaneously tearing at the most heart-wrenching and isolating aspects of the modern experience. 

In Follow This Blood to Find a Dead Thing: Poems and Tales, the author’s interest in what they were writing about stood out immediately. Writing about animal and plant life so cleverly requires a fundamental understanding of the named specimens. Early on, it is clear that Carter has a true affinity for nature. Their fascination is tangible on the page, from visual allusions to orchids and willow trees to vibrant references to gnats and grasshoppers. Their enthusiasm for these ecological subjects made the collection all the more compelling, as I was eager to learn more about how they could transform this knowledge into poetry. 

See, from Part I, an excerpt from the poem entitled “Blooming”: 

“Many native prairie flowers grow close together / to help each other carry the weight of the world, / to help each other stand tall” (Carter, 22). 

It is true that prairie flowers tend to congregate. It is an evolutionary response to surviving in areas with high winds. To root their imagery in truth, the author needs to have a concrete understanding of the nature that they are referencing. Carter does. That attention to detail strengthens their writing and forms trust between the reader and the book.  

Throughout this collection, Carter uses facts like those about the various flowers in “Blooming” and intermingles them with potent metaphors. They utilize natural examples of destruction and perseverance to argue for the same possibilities in human life. It was imagery that I understood and was easily able to relate to. What I did not know, I researched. Then, I was able to apply that concrete visual allusion to the picture of my own friend group and the collective support I feel through their presence. In that, Carter’s writing, despite being very emotionally-driven, is simultaneously scientific.  

Often, these grounded metaphors lead to a feeling of observation. Many of the poems read like hypotheses, long mulled over after following and evaluating a creature in its natural habitat. 

“An ant, used to relying on her colony to survive, / will purposely leave her home if she is infected with a disease” (Carter, 38). 

Then, a stanza later… 

“One of my coworkers / Couldn’t even be bothered to wear a mask for ten minutes in Walgreens” (Carter, 38). 

Often, emotions like aggression and territoriality are attributed to having an “animal instinct.” Carter subverts this notion, challenging readers to think about the sense of community and altruism that exists in the animal kingdom. At the same time, the author is also turning a spotlight on the greed and self-interest that have created division between people in the last few years. Can selfish interests be chalked up to an animalistic instinct, or is it also true that community building and preservation are innate qualities?  

The thing that most often captivates me about Follow This Blood to Find a Dead Thing: Poems and Tales is the contrast. Within a short excerpt, not only can you feel the author’s admiration for the ant, but you can also feel their disdain for the actions of their fellow humans. By placing these two examples in opposition, especially considering Carter’s affection for nature, it becomes clear what their standpoint truly is. 

Yet, despite this frustration, much of the collection is still about humans and human moments, whether fictional or not. In particular, the flash fiction of this collection showcases truly human relationships, dialogue, and actions. They are moments shared over dinner, in old houses, or on a day out. They are between lovers, friends, or family. Whether comforting or unsettling, the conversation still revolves around human life. It is aggravating, humiliating, and captivating all at the same time. It is one more outlet for the author to confront trauma, heartbreak, and loneliness as humanity struggles to find its humanity.  

Finally, in Part IV of the collection, the human comes face-to-face with nature, entering a conversation where they reckon with their impact on the natural world. In Earth’s last moments, a human speaks to an eagle, whale, cockroach, and dog. The penultimate piece solidifies the ecological, anthropological, and political message of the collection. It is a call to action. 

From “The Last Night on Earth”: 

“What a lonely night it would be if they still pretended not to / hear one another” (Carter, 72). 

Now, the character of the human must finally contend with what the human author has been urging them to hear all along. And, as a reader, the most important thing this collection did was encourage me to listen. I hope others will, too. 

Follow This Blood to Find a Dead Thing: Poems and Tales is available from Fernwood Press


Reina Maiden-Navarro is an editor, writer, and photographer. She recently graduated from UC Irvine with a degree in Film & Media Studies and a minor in Creative Writing, cum laude. She also works as an Editor at Prompt and an Outreach Coordinator at Bookstr. If she is not reading or writing, she can be found traveling, painting, or baking cookies.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock (Codhill Press 2023).


POSTCARDS FROM THE EVERGLADES

At dawn in a small plane,
we hovered above the panther’s
domain. No sighting, but still
it was an incredible thrill.

Today was a day to die for:
first time to see crocodile
and swallow-tailed kite.

Waited at dusk with the spider
lily in its mangrove swamp
for sphinx moth to come.

In pools beside Eco Pond
mid-day, watched a ballet:
graceful black-necked stilts.

Along a mangrove-fringed shore,
I took a solitary walk. But I wasn’t alone.
Perched on her royal palm throne,
a red-shouldered hawk with her yellow-
spotted beak kept her eyes on me.

Today in the basketwork of a cabbage
palm’s old fan hilts, I found air plants,
ferns, a lizard lounging.

In a hidden hammock, I pitied
sabal palmettos in the clutches
of strangler figs.

Listened intently tonight on Pine Island,
where I sleep, to vociferous whip-poor-wills
pursuing on the wing their insect meals.

Caught a glimpse of preglacial times
today on an outcrop of old rock
in the middle of a sawgrass river.


Diana Woodcock (she/her) has authored seven poetry collections, most recently Reverent Flora ~ The Arabian Desert’s Botanical Bounty (Shanti Arts, 2025), Heaven Underfoot (2022 Codhill Press Poetry Award), Holy Sparks (2020 Paraclete Press Poetry Award finalist), and Facing Aridity (2020 Prism Prize for Climate Literature finalist). Her eighth chapbook, Dark Flowers and Survivors, is forthcoming in May 2026 (dancing girl press& studio). A four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, she received the 2011 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Poetry Prize for Women for her debut collection, Swaying on the Elephant’s Shoulders. Currently teaching at VCUarts Qatar, she holds a PhD in Creative Writing from Lancaster University, where she researched poetry’s role in the search for an environmental ethic.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock (Codhill Press 2023).


FIVE SPECIES OF SALMON

each summer returning from the sea,
completing their life cycle.
Bears competing with human anglers
for the coveted catch—many evading
both animal and human to reach
their gravel spawning beds.
Cycle completed, they die:

King salmon the first to arrive
spring to mid-summer; sockeye,
pink and chum the next to come;
then the silver, late summer into fall.

Kings (Chinook) the largest.
See them in the sea with steel-blue
backs and heads, silver sides. Entering
fresh water, blushing purplish-red.

Sockeyes (Reds), best for smoking,
at sea sleek as polished silver. Spawning,
their bodies turn scarlet, heads olive.

Pinks (Humpbacks or Humpys), the smallest,
best for canning. Spawning males mellow
to brown; females to olive green.

Chums (Dog) best for caviar and natives’
dog teams. Spawning males sport green
and purple vertical bars, dog-like teeth.

Silver (Cohos) best for poaching,
grilling—last to spawn, most acrobatic.
I would be ecstatic along the streams
of this rainforest if I had only one
silver or chum for a companion.

What joy to watch one leap, to see
its transformation like a maple leaf in fall.
How sad if my one compatriot could not
complete its upstream swim. Yet even then,
what bliss for the bear grown thin
on berries and roots of skunk cabbage.



Am I selfish, desiring the one
salmon for my own delight?
What reverie on the borderline
between sea and mountain streams,
crystals and pearls filling my dreams—
diversity of exquisite acrobatic fish—
such resolve and bravery against
all odds, swimming counter-current.

Salmons’ journey a measure
of time’s passage. Defying gravity,
enflamed by a fierce longing
to return, they ignite my own fuse.
Consumed, I too yearn (burn)
to get back to my origins.


Diana Woodcock (she/her) has authored seven poetry collections, most recently Reverent Flora ~ The Arabian Desert’s Botanical Bounty (Shanti Arts, 2025), Heaven Underfoot (2022 Codhill Press Poetry Award), Holy Sparks (2020 Paraclete Press Poetry Award finalist), and Facing Aridity (2020 Prism Prize for Climate Literature finalist). Her eighth chapbook, Dark Flowers and Survivors, is forthcoming in May 2026 (dancing girl press& studio). A four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, she received the 2011 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Poetry Prize for Women for her debut collection, Swaying on the Elephant’s Shoulders. Currently teaching at VCUarts Qatar, she holds a PhD in Creative Writing from Lancaster University, where she researched poetry’s role in the search for an environmental ethic.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Heaven Underfoot by Diana Woodcock (Codhill Press 2023).


I GIVE THANKS ALL DAY

                            after William Stanley Braithwaite 

I give thanks all day for the purring of cats,
For spring and fall and losses,
For migrating birds and the mystery of bats,
For the softness of feathers and mosses.

I rejoice in my curiosity’s wandering bent
That steers me beyond the mundane,
Where imagination takes off like a bird aloft
To soar above the clouds and rain.

I give thanks all day for the mud and muck,
For the pure lusciousness of mangroves,
For little mud clams that crawl across toes,
And pink stilted clouds of flamingos.

I give thanks when words flow, cartwheel and spill,
When I sing myself utterly away
Like Basho’s cicada shell empty and still
End of the last summer day.

I rejoice in discovery
And the great unknowing,
For all that is coming
And all that is going,

For the example of the albatross
With his wingbeatless gliding
Reminding me to cease
From my endless striving.

I give thanks all day
For the rapture and despair,
For all that is missing
And all that’s still there.


Diana Woodcock (she/her) has authored seven poetry collections, most recently Reverent Flora ~ The Arabian Desert’s Botanical Bounty (Shanti Arts, 2025), Heaven Underfoot (2022 Codhill Press Poetry Award), Holy Sparks (2020 Paraclete Press Poetry Award finalist), and Facing Aridity (2020 Prism Prize for Climate Literature finalist). Her eighth chapbook, Dark Flowers and Survivors, is forthcoming in May 2026 (dancing girl press& studio). A four-time Pushcart Prize nominee, she received the 2011 Vernice Quebodeaux Pathways Poetry Prize for Women for her debut collection, Swaying on the Elephant’s Shoulders. Currently teaching at VCUarts Qatar, she holds a PhD in Creative Writing from Lancaster University, where she researched poetry’s role in the search for an environmental ethic.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.


Meet Our New Intern: Rachel Bulman

In violation of the modern educational system, I learned to read before I could talk, apparently finding the written word far more interesting than trivial things like sleeping or learning to walk. I haven’t really stopped since. From Austen to Orwell, I know first-hand the power a good book has on a willing reader. Most importantly, I know the responsibility of publishers to curate and share good books. It’s a power that should be used to build communities and break down barriers. Publishers like Sundress Publications have all of the responsibility and none of the corporate funding – which is why what they do is so essential.

Another introduction for me might begin: ‘Hello, my name is Rachel and I am a writer’, which, though sensible (and a touch dry), seems like a strange thing to say without a novel to my name or a serious book deal, but is true, nonetheless. When I was seven and wrote a story about a tiger making friends with a princess, I was just as much a writer as I am now. It’s something that has taken me a long time to come to terms with, but if you write, that makes you a writer. Simple as that.

Since the story I wrote at seven years old, which I must confess was heavily inspired by Aladdin (1992), I’ve written a lot more. Lots during the COVID-19 lockdowns, and even more when I studied English and Creative Writing at the University of Exeter in the south of England. Writing is something that brings clarity and relief for me, and as far as I have experienced it, brings people together. Although we were no Inklings, I took a great amount of pleasure meeting with friends to plot and panic and write together – a practice we keep up to this day, only now it spans three continents and happens every third month.

Over the last few years, I have discovered I do my best writing when I am also doing lots of reading. Surprising no one, the two complement each other enormously well. As a result, I’ve been published in a number of magazines and anthologies, most significantly in the ENIGMA Literary Journal, where I also served as an editor for a few years while I was at university. It was here I realised how wonderful the impact of an editor can be – seeing a piece growing alongside its writer is enormously rewarding. Similarly, I co-edited and wrote a non-fiction text called UNESCO Cities of Literature during my MA, highlighting just a fraction of all the work UNESCO designated cities have done in recent years to promote literature. Just six months after the publication of the edition, it was wonderful to welcome ten new cities to the global network! Better still to recognise that the new designations reflect a less Eurocentric approach to literature, ushering in a more diverse and brilliant cohort of literary cities.

At the beginning of this year, I started a review page on Instagram as I try to explore other avenues of sharing literature with others. I take a certain enjoyment in reading books I have never heard of before, so please, if you have an obscure book from childhood or that you found in a local library, I would love to hear about it.

For me, interning for Sundress is another step in a lifetime of joyful reading, and I couldn’t be happier to carry this responsibility and share the words of such a talented and diverse cohort of authors. Here’s to a wonderful next six months!


Rachel Bulman looks left over the wide, blue Gard-Vaucluse river on a bright summer afternoon. 

Rachel Bulman (she/her) holds a BA in English and Creative Writing as well as an MA in Publishing from the University of Exeter, specialising in interactive and children’s fiction. Her written work, from non-fiction to poetry, script and prose, has appeared in Wolf Grove Media’s The Book of Choices, Velvet Fields, and Exeposé, among others. Find her eclectic portfolio on Instagram @worm.can.read, through her online portfolio, or ask the bridge troll who taught him his riddles three.

An Interview with Dani Janae, Author of Hound Triptych

Upon the release of her debut poetry collection, Hound Triptych, Dani Janae spoke with Sundress Publications editorial intern Reina Maiden-Navarro. Here, they discussed navigating the intersections of girlhood and motherhood as a Black adoptee, the legacies of trauma, loss, and grief, the process of rebuilding and reclaiming chosen identities, and the importance of love and forgiveness.

Reina Maiden-Navarro: Why did you choose to separate your collection into three sections, a “triptych”? How is it significant to the construction of a larger narrative?

Dani Janae: I’m not one to necessarily believe in numerology but the number three kept coming up as I was writing the poems in this book. There are three “Go Ask” poems and three sonnets. My mother’s birthday is in the third month of the year. Things just kept coming to me in threes, and I took that as a sign. I also think there was a temptation to divide the book into beginning, middle, and end, which I resisted. The three parts aren’t totally chronological, they are more divided by a theme.

The first section of the book is where I introduce the hound narrative. The second part is about inhabiting that narrative, and the third part seeks to deconstruct it.

RMN: Can you speak to the significance of hounds in your work?

DJ: When I realized that the poems I was writing were becoming a book, I started thinking about the title more seriously. I knew I wanted it to be “X Triptych” but thought “Dog Triptych” seemed lacking in specificity and didn’t quite capture the theme. Hound came to me as I was working through the physical search for my mother. Hounds are hunting dogs, they have sharp senses, some sight, some smell. In a sense, I was hunting for my mother, hunting for the truth of what her life was like and why she gave me up. Furthermore, because I had never met her, never seen her, my sense of her was entirely constructed out of myth. I imagined what she looked like, what her voice sounded like, what she would say when we met. I had built a whole sensory world for her by the time I found out her name.

Hounds are also quite physically striking, and one of the things I learned about my mother when looking for her was that she was a striking woman with “expressive eyes” as the poem in the book documents.

I spent my childhood hoping that I looked like her, that my features were hers, that I would grow into the beauty I imagined she was known for. This also informed how hounds came into the poems.

RMN: How does sobriety affect your approach to the subject of addiction?

DJ: First and most obvious is that if I wasn’t sober, I wouldn’t have been able to write these poems. I started writing loosely about my mother in college, when I first started looking for her. Those poems were frantic and often veered off topic because my heart was broken and I couldn’t face what I perceived as her rejecting me. I also was becoming a career drunk in college, and I was less concerned about writing beautiful poems and more concerned about my next high.

Being in active addiction takes a lot from you. Not only physically but mentally; I truly don’t think I had the mental or emotional capacity to write about my addiction while I was in the muck of it.

Secondly, I personally am firmly in the camp of only writing about addiction if you have experienced it yourself. If someone loves an addict, I think they can write about just that, but I wouldn’t want to read a book about addiction from a non-addict.

In the book, I say the corner tenet of my sobriety now is forgiveness, and forgiveness plays a big part in the book overall. When I was in active addiction, I wasn’t able to forgive anyone. Not my mother, not even myself. I was hellbent on the “get-back.” On suffering and making my pain plain to those around me. I wanted my mother to see how her giving me up for adoption had hurt me when I started searching for her at 18. When I revisited my search as a sober 31-year-old, I came to it with grace.

I also talk about grace a lot in the book. I think I had to give my mother grace in order to see her and myself clearly. I couldn’t hold on to the narrative that I had been abandoned without love any longer if I wanted to open my heart to knowing who she was.

RMN: How do naming dedications, individual poems, and a collection serve as a reclamation of chosen identity?

DJ: Wow this is a great question. My personal experience (and some readers may also have this experience) was one of having my identity imposed upon me. My adoptive mother told me who I was, and what she had to say was mostly negative. I was worthless, ugly, too emotional, too much in general.

In the poem “Call” I discuss this, how even despite years and distance, I still struggled to see myself outside of her vision of me. Writing this book brought me closer to full and flawed woman that was my biological mother, which brought me closer to the self I have been building all these years.

I had to teach my inner monologue to approach the self with loving kindness, and part of that is also having a spiritual life. I don’t believe in a Christian God, or any capital G God of organized religion anymore, but I do believe in a guiding force, a light, that moves through me. That light was covered when I was a child, and this book, this life I’ve built has kind of served as a great uncovering.

I also have had so many lovely people who have reflected back to me a loved version of myself. My brothers David and Dakota, my best friend Shanai, my friends and writing group members Cale and Diehl. If I didn’t have these things I would still be the abused, admonished child I knew growing up. She still lives inside of me, I don’t think that hurt will ever disappear, but I’ve become someone else around her, a protective force.

RMN: The poem “To Unlearn the Narrative of the Dog” has a direct address to the reader. What are you hoping to have readers contend with by giving them a name?

DJ: This is linked to question four, but I brought the reader into the poem at that moment because it is easy for me to let other people tell me who I am. In a sense, to perform for others approval and recognition. In “Adoptee Log #9” I talk about decentering the mother, and while having grace and respect for my mother was important for me and this book, I had to also let go of the idea that only she could tell me who I am.

“To Unlearn the Narrative of the Dog” is about just that, literally piecing myself together without worrying about how my mothers or my readers would perceive me.

RMN: What is the significance of Rita Dove as an influence in your writing, namely in Section III?

DJ: What Rita Dove does in her poems “Adolescences I” and “II” is capture this essence of not just girlhood, but Black girlhood, that I also wanted to bring into my work. I wanted to be able to do that without big red arrows pointing saying “THIS POEM IS ABOUT RACE.” I do have poems that are more directly about race in the book, but I loved the subtlety with which Dove approaches the subject in her poems.

I started reading her in college, specifically around the time I was writing my senior thesis, and I was immediately smitten and in awe of her work. The sharpness and expansiveness of the language she uses, especially in II were so important and influential for me.

RMN: How does the use of white space serve as its own vessel for communication and a reverberation of the theme of absence throughout your collection?

DJ: Having spent years not knowing my mother was, in a sense, a white space that permeated throughout my life. Sometimes it was apt to fill that white space with words, other times I had to let the starkness, the silence, speak for itself.

When I was little, I had a recurring dream where my biological mother showed up at my childhood home and demanded my adoptive mother unhand me and return me to my rightful home. In the dream, my mothers are yelling at each other, and I open my mouth, and nothing comes out.

The white space is this too, the things I could not say and the things I never said. To either of my mothers. I never got to tell Sarah I love her. I never got to tell my mom that raised me how she broke my heart. So much lives in that. It was important for me stylistically and emotionally to have that white space be a part of the collection.

RMN: Section II is entirely comprised of poems entitled “Adoptee Log [#1-10].” Tell us about your development in contending with the intersections of girlhood and motherhood as an adoptee.

DJ: For me, this section was vital. I wanted to describe the day to day yearning I experienced as a daughter, while also working through my thoughts on what it meant to be a mother. I am not a mother myself, but I knew I had to say what I had to say, and then leave room for compassion to flow through. I do have poems that express frustration, sadness, and heartache, but at the center of those poems too is a profound love for my mother, and an understanding of the difficulty in the decision she made.

Through therapy, I learned that adoptees especially tend to be more preoccupied with the mother figure than the father. There is a biological reasoning for this but also a social one. Mothers tend to take on most of the work of child rearing. There’s a popular video segment on a late-night television program where street interviewers ask fathers “who is your child’s pediatrician?” “What is the name of your daughter’s best friend?” These fathers can’t answer or get the answer wildly incorrect, even birthdays or other important milestones in a child’s life. Then, the mother comes on screen and gets a perfect score.

Yes, these interviews are cherry-picked and edited, but they also speak to something true. We put the brunt of the weight on mothers to know it all and do it all. So, when I was searching for my mother, I put the onus on her to heal the wounds that had been foisted upon me in my girlhood. This, of course, was very unfair. A big part of the collection is coming to admit that to myself and starting to see my mother as a full, realized human being who is not just the woman who gave birth to me, then let me go.

RMN: If your birth mother could read one poem from this collection, which one would you want it to be and why?

DJ: “Poem as Motherless” not only because it is a direct address, but also because it is a true love poem for her. It doesn’t paint me in this bucolic light either, I admit to blaming her for things that just aren’t her fault, but I admit to it, and this poem in a way, serves as an apology.

The love I have for her is not uncomplicated, but it drives this collection. I wouldn’t be on this earth if it wasn’t for her. I wouldn’t be alive. Despite the abuse I experienced as a girl, I still grew up in a place where I always had clean clothes, food, a roof over my head. She made a sacrifice for what she thought was best for me, and who is to say if it was truly best, but I believe her decision was heart-forward and selfless, and I have to thank her for that.

There was some discussion with my editor about changing the last poem in the book, but I really fought for the last poem to stay in its place. I wanted the last thing in the book to be a gesture toward my mother, not a meditation on myself or addiction or abuse. I wanted to have one final declaration of love.

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Dani Janae is a Black lesbian poet and journalist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her work has been published by Longleaf Review, SWWIM, RHINO Poetry, and South Florida Poetry Journal, among others. She posts on Substack at “No Skips,” “Fig Widow,” and “Ask a Queer Doctor,” and she can be found at https://danijanae.com/.

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Reina Maiden-Navarro is an editor, writer, and photographer. She recently graduated from UC Irvine with a degree in Film & Media Studies and a minor in Creative Writing, cum laude. She also works as an Editor at Prompt and an Outreach Coordinator at Bookstr. If she is not reading or writing, she can be found traveling, painting, or baking cookies.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Maybe the Body by Asa Drake


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Maybe the Body by Asa Drake (Tin House 2026).


Afternoon in the Cemetery

                 under loblolly pines 

I don’t believe in hallowed ground, but I like that border control
doesn’t come here. It’s smelling season. I’m staring
at the wide eagles’ nest because I would like an illegal feather,
when a woman’s dog growls at my arrangement
low in the grasses. She says her dog never barks, so I avert my eyes
from the fledglings above. Like a secret
just past the blackberries’ five-pointed stars, I could love this place
if I didn’t know the reason for it.

                    under cherry blossoms

I’m a tourist. I debate whether the citizen star
on my ID is sufficient so close to the border.
In the end, I don’t board a ferry to cross. I touch the end
of my hairpin to feel secured by what’s expensive. I text a loved one
on the other end of the sound. Maybe I write an apology,
though to whom, it’s too early to tell. To a friend, I admit,
given a second opportunity I’d record all my English
in italics. A formal decentering to ensure my mother’s speech
is roman. The alternative document would offer
a shared experience, a poem that’s of the world
but a world that’s better for me. Of course you don’t love it.



                    under coastal redwoods

Perhaps a poem can be better than the world
because of my obsessions. On weekends, after Mom bought
her first house, we’d watch The Crow, a movie in which the star
is Asian and white. My mother liked to point out which characters
I could grow into. “Not the Crow,” she’d tell me
after Brandon Lee’s last scene. I wonder how it is for others.
Mothers say, come visit, lovers say
come home, enemies say, go home. The line I remember
from the movie is not central to the story.




Asa Drake (she/her) is a Filipina/white poet in Central Florida. She is the author of Maybe the Body (Tin House, 2026) and Beauty Talk (Noemi Press, 2026), winner of the 2024 Noemi Press Book Award. A National Poetry Series finalist, she is the recipient of fellowships and awards from the 92Y Discovery Poetry Contest, Kenyon Review Residential Writers Workshop, the Rona Jaffe Foundation, Storyknife, Sundress Publications, Tin House and Idyllwild Arts. Her poems are published or forthcoming in the American Poetry Review, Georgia Review, Poetry, and Sewanee Review. A former librarian, she currently works as a teaching artist.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Maybe the Body by Asa Drake


This selection, chosen by Guest Editor Claudia Santos, is from Maybe the Body by Asa Drake (Tin House 2026).


To Someone Who’s Heard, I Love You, Too Many Times

Your friend explains having been in a room
filled with other people who, like you and your friend,
collect words from parents. The words
[                                                                ]
don’t come together into a language.
And the person on the stage expressed deep shame
for a project where she had tried to speak
but misspoke in a language
for which she had no teacher.
This is what you most fear. In one language,
you are the perpetual infant. You point to the moon
and call it payneta moon, once every 28 days.
Nanay gave you what is specific. Not the general
name for the moon [                 ].
                                                        Everything you say
timing and intimacy has shaped.


Asa Drake (she/her) is a Filipina/white poet in Central Florida. She is the author of Maybe the Body (Tin House, 2026) and Beauty Talk (Noemi Press, 2026), winner of the 2024 Noemi Press Book Award. A National Poetry Series finalist, she is the recipient of fellowships and awards from the 92Y Discovery Poetry Contest, Kenyon Review Residential Writers Workshop, the Rona Jaffe Foundation, Storyknife, Sundress Publications, Tin House and Idyllwild Arts. Her poems are published or forthcoming in the American Poetry Review, Georgia Review, Poetry, and Sewanee Review. A former librarian, she currently works as a teaching artist.

Claudia Santos (she/her) is a Mexican reader and writer. She received the PECDA Colima 2024 writing grant for her non-fiction work and was a Sophia-FILCO Young Writers 2025 finalist for her poetry work. She is currently pursuing an MA in Children’s Literature as a EMJM scholarship recipient.