The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: transfinity by Joey Gould


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from transfinity by Joey Gould (Lambhouse Books 2026).

topological soliton

call me liminal
but that’s a lie

absolutes
make fascists

all borders
make xenophobes

imagine being
responsible

for garbage
radiation sickness

but they forget
love can survive

+ call it what it is
queer

what you call mutant
I call to come

the Chernobyl dogs
are sweethearts


Joey Gould (they/them), who served as Sundress Academy for the Arts Spring 2024 Writer in Residence, wrote transfinity (2026, Lambhouse), The Acute Avian Heart (2019, Lily Poetry Review) & Penitent > Arbiter (2022, Lily Poetry Review). Their recent work appears in Meow Meow Pow Pow, Memezine, and Defunkt Magazine’s Surreal Confessional Anthology.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


An Interview with Sarah Clark and Ashely Adams, Editors of ALOCASIA: 99 queer writers on plants and nature

Following the release of ALOCASIA’s new poetry anthology, 99 queer writers on plants and nature, editors Sarah Clark and Ashely Adams spoke with Sundress editorial intern Tara Rahman. Here, they discussed the poetics of botanical terminology, the resilience of queer plant and human communities in surviving and thriving in harsh environments, and the important work of protecting and cultivating Indigenous identities, knowledge, and wildlife in the face of oppressive and exclusionary systems. Together, they imagine new possibilities of being with the natural world—of burning away the dry brush and clearing the way for new bonds to grow.

Tara Rahman: Why did you choose the plant name, ALOCASIA, as the title for this anthology?

Sarah Clark and Ashely Adams: The title of the anthology is derived from the magazine’s name ALOCASIA. Now, where did the magazine’s name come from? It’s the name of a plant genus found in the Aroid family (the family many common house plants are part of). They have an interesting growth habit where they spring up from tubers or rhizomes as bunches of stalks with these shield-like leaves.

They have also been endlessly manipulated for visual aesthetic. I’m not sure if there was a deeper meaning at the time than it was a good sounding name, and we were very much into houseplants. Funny enough, Sarah doesn’t even own any alocasias due to their tendency to pick up pests. (Ashely did, and they did indeed end up with mealy bugs every time).

TR: Can you speak to the usage of scientific or botanical names of plants in these poems?

SC and AA: While we can’t speak for the authors, our feeling is that plant names carry immense meaning. There is a poetry, a literacy, in botanical terminology. There’s a delight in learning and applying terms like petiole, umbral, or extrafloral nectaries. Someone could write a whole book on the implications of scientific names (a “universal” name derived from a long dead language) or how common names twist and turn over time.

For example: the false Solomon’s seal is a common perennial found across North America. Just looking at the name, we can infer that there is some sort of “true” Solomon’s seal and that some characteristic of it reminded people of Solomon’s seal. Furthermore, we can guess that this is a name that came after colonization. We can ask all sorts of questions from there. What were the Indigenous names for the plant? What about this humble plant inspired settlers to invoke religious iconography? What makes a thing the “false” version of another? We’ve generated so many things we could explore within poetry with just one plant.

TR: Gardens, succulents (e.g., saguaros), and other houseplants are recurring images throughout the anthology. What is their significance? How do they reflect the lived experiences of queer individuals?

SC and AA: We build so many connections to the plants we cultivate. As writers, we’re drawn to interrogate the connections we make, especially the ones closest to us. Beyond the “write what you know” aspect, there’s tension at the heart of cultivation. Change must happen both in the plant and the caretaker for the relationship to work, just as change must happen to ensure the survival (and hopefully more) of a queer person in often hostile environments. M.P. Rosalia’s poem, “sapling, taken from the northern pacific coast, kept in a jar” is a great illustration of this. The sapling, despite being cared for by the speaker of the poem, cannot survive within the confines of the jar. It is a being meant for sun and immense space.

TR: Many poems in the anthology consider ideas of queer sensuality, such as “Dry Love” and “looking for a soft place to land.” How does the image of nature connect to or embody queer desire?

SC and AA: Plants, from a human perspective, are very strange organisms. They communicate in chemical networks hidden to the naked eye. They create their own energy from water and sunlight. They reproduce through insect intermediaries, the wind, water, even from shards of themselves. They can be male, female, both, or neither. Everything we adore and survive on comes from the sexual peculiarities of plants. The question isn’t so much how does a plant embody queer desire but how it could be anything but?

TR: In “Plancestors,” Rebecca Kinkade-Black writes, “‘We are all connected’ / is not just some trite phrase / It is remembrance / that we are all unified by the molecules that make us.” Tell me about the importance of building community with our queer planty relatives, and the importance of recognizing the diverse “systems of connection” that make up our existence.

SC and AA: We want to give an answer beyond the practical reasons (like “need food”). Society pressures queer people to act a certain way, to be normal, be natural. However, when you study plants, you find that what thrives in nature goes beyond anything that humans can imagine. Anyone who really opens themselves to learning the realities of biology opens themselves to the possibility of being. As Kinkada-Black illustrated, our furthest relatives are our relatives and we can draw on their ways of survival to benefit our own.

TR: Ashely: Tell me more about your choice of language, syntax, and form in “Prescribed Burn,” such as the use of dialogue and definitions.

AA: I’m a sucker for a braided essay. I love putting disparate elements together and letting a reader build connections. I like to think it creates personal narratives in less expected ways. I also confess I kind of hate writing in the “I” voice in my nonfiction. This is definitely one of my more “personal” personal narratives.

I also love using the language from the natural sciences. My first degree was in fisheries and wildlife. I am always excited when I can bring together that life into my writing. There’s always that tension when you sit the scientific next to more lyrical writing. I feel that tension gives you a better appreciation for each type of writing. I certainly didn’t come to appreciate everything I learned in my undergrad until I switched to creative writing pursuing my advanced degrees.

Finally, I think all these tensions can allow us to look at discourses we’re saturated with (in this case, gender-based violence and discrimination) with a sense of surprise and curiosity. It pushes a reader to think of the quiet ways oppression shapes the way we look and approach the world. A hike in the Florida scrub is laden with risk and privilege and burden.

TR: In “Mother of Thousands,” Nikki Wallschlaeger writes, “…I ask you to take the batteries out of the clanging wall clock before I go to sleep to prevent the supremacist art of domestication from permeating my dreams.” How does capitalist exploitation and domination over the natural world intersect with systemic inequality and the marginalization of certain communities?

SC and AA: This is the flip side of your question on connections. To maintain hierarchies, there has to be a breaking of bonds–not just between people, but the land they occupy as well.

When you break these bonds, you get this cascading system of exclusion and oppression. I think Marcy Rae Henry demonstrates this well in the poem “Los saguaros are being destroyed”. Boundaries are drawn on fluid landscapes for nation-states to claim. The claim leads to oppression of the beings who dare to occupy the space in contradiction of the nation-state’s will, no matter how long they were there before the powers that be: “…saguros can live two centuries / As long as this country has been / Longer than this f r o n t e r a”.

The poet correctly states that the removal of the saguaro is done as a means to remove people. And these ideas of worth and humanity are fluid, ever shifting depending on what those at the top of the hierarchy deem as valuable. One area of wilderness is a wasted economic opportunity while another is a paradise worthy of utmost preservation. The removal of saguaro is a serious crime unless it’s done in service of a border wall.

TR: Many of these poems juxtapose imagery of the natural world with capitalist, corporate landscapes, such as in “i want clean water dammit,” “the office // the after,” and “An Anti-Pastoral.” How can we reconcile this “simultaneously / medicinal & poisonous” (from “An-Anti Pastoral”) relationship between humanity and the environment that surrounds us? How can we reimagine our relationship with the natural world?

SC and AA: Despite the aims of capitalism and bigotry, humans inherently crave connection. It’s arguably the reason the species has been so successful. It’s our instinct to bond with other beings, even non-human ones. It’s one of the deeply charming things about humans. We’ll look at a plant and declare it our friend and confidant, 1.5 billion years of evolutionary separation be damned. Obviously, human development imperils many organisms, but we hope the writers of this anthology show ways we might build partnership with the natural world, even as we become more urbanized. A spider fern in an apartment window can be a challenge to the corporate world–an existence based not on monetary value, but its beauty and tenacity and plain existence.

TR: In “Prescribed Burn,” the speaker states, “Still, I bend down…and think a better future is possible. One where we listen to those who have suffered. One where we let the fires burn.” How can we imagine a future that is more sustainable for marginalized communities, both human and plant? What kinds of burnings would need to take place?

SC and AA: When you suppress fires in fire-dependent ecosystems, dead vegetation builds up into dangerous fuel loads. These fuel loads are one of the reasons we are now experiencing some of the most devastating wildfires in modern history. Much like our land, our communities are being buried in these fuel loads, ready to ignite into radicalization and stochastic violence. To survive, we must find ways to remove this dead weight, these dry ideas and systems, and allow something new and healthy to grow in its place.

TR: Which poem in this anthology resonate most with you and why?

AA: One of the pieces I was drawn to was arushi (aera) rege’s poem “nuclear winter, burning planet”. I’m a sucker for an apocalyptic vibe and the challenge that comes in imagining and even loving a life in ruin.

SC: They’re all my babies (or should I say propagations)! It’s so hard to choose just one, but…

The use of National Park Service information cards as a format to explore trans identity and desire and anxieties. The metaphor of a trans person’s life as a nurse log, a tree that sustains the life of other young trees and plants, is really affecting.

The expectations, realities, and hope in Talicha J.’s “another year sprouts” connect with me profoundly. I’ve gotten so many ming aralias, and tell myself this time it’ll be different, this time I’ll be different.

Sreeja Naskar’s three poems “i unsaint myself in front of the mirror,” “after they left, the garden wouldn’t bloom / but the weeds did,” and “she left in autumn and everything I’ve planted since has grown teeth” that are an emotional journey linking the botanical world with profoundly queer love and equally profound loss are perennial favorites.

With the world being what it is, who doesn’t want to just smoke some oui’d with the ancestors surrounded and held by green space? June Beck’s “A text message to a New York Navajo” totally gets it.

Anangookwe Wolf’s “i want clean water god dammit” begins with a remembrance interrupted by the insistence of colonialism, industrialism, capitalist expansion and extraction.

It weaves through the centuries of loss of indigenous identity and wildlife, our struggles and strides to protect and cultivate it, and then culminates in the ferocious, but reasonable demand “i don’t want concrete                                I want clean water.”

I feel this one in my marrow.

ALOCASIA: 99 queer writers on plants and nature is available to order now!


Sarah Clark is a disabled two-spirit Nanticoke editor, writer, and freelance editor and cultural consultant. They are Editor-in-Chief and Poetry Editor at ANMLY, EIC at beestung, and Co-editor of the Bettering American Poetry series, and a Board member at Sundress Publications. They were co-editor of two folios at Apogee Journal, #NoDAPL #Still Here folio, and their series WE OUTLAST EMPIRE and Place[meant]. You can find them at: https://linktr.ee/sarah_clark.

Ashely Adams is a Michigan-based writer and educator whose work explores both present and ancient ecologies. Her writing has appeared in Flyway, The Fourth River, and other places.

Tara Rahman is a Sundress editorial intern with a BA in English Language and Literature from Smith College and an MSc in Global Development from SOAS, University of London. With a strong interest in culture, identity, and global history, her personal writing focuses on intersectionality and the untold stories of marginalized communities.

Project Bookshelf: Franchesca Nicole Lazaro

In 2021, I realized my books deserved better than being scattered across random corners of my bedroom, stacked on tool racks meant for boxes and hardware. That’s when I bought two white IKEA Billy bookshelves and finally gave my collection a proper home. Now, as I prepare to move from Seattle to San Jose for a new job, I’m sorting through which books will accompany me and which will stay behind with my parents. It’s a bittersweet process as these shelves have become a map of who I am as a reader and, increasingly, as an editor.

My two Billy bookshelves sit side by side in my room, each with three shelves and a cabinet underneath. On top, I keep my stuffed animals (because even serious readers need plush friends). I organize my shelves by genre first, then by author, never by color or size, even if it’s aesthetically pleasing. Authors must belong together, and series must match. I also keep overflow books in the drawers of my IKEA bed frame. 

The right bookshelf is dedicated entirely to manga, which was my first love when it comes to reading. The top shelf holds books about manga: the Citi Museum exhibition book about manga from Thames & Hudson, edited by Nicole Coolidge Rousmaniere and Ryoko Matsuba; Paul Gravett’s Manga: Sixty Years of Japanese Comics, and Mangasia: The Definitive Guide to Asian Comics

The second and third shelves hold my yearly reading selections, almost entirely shoujo and josei manga, the genres that center women’s and girls’ interior lives in ways that first taught me what it meant to see yourself in a story. In the cabinet below are my larger collections, some seinen titles, art books, and anime-related materials, which are an overflow of a collection that continues to grow despite my best efforts at restraint.

The left bookshelf is where my non-manga reading lives. The top shelf is nonfiction, and it’s heavy with feminist theory and authors’ autobiographies and diaries. Here you’ll find Anaïs Nin’s diaries alongside Patricia Highsmith’s notebooks, Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique next to Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex, and Susanna Kaysen’s Girl, Interrupted, within reach. These are the books that taught me how women write their own lives and claim authority over their stories.

The second shelf is fiction—literary fiction, to be specific. These are my yearly reads, the books I want close at hand: Colette’s complete Claudine novel, Marilyn French’s The Women’s Room, Elena Ferrante’s The Days of Abandonment. Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying, Joan Didion’s Play It As It Lays, and Mary McCarthy’s The Group. One of my favorites is Penelope Mortimer’s The Pumpkin Eater, about an unnamed narrator, a mother with nameless children and wife to a successful screenwriter, who finds herself isolated within her own family. Mortimer is a largely forgotten writer, and I’m grateful NYRB Classics brought this 1960s novel back into print. It’s the kind of book I want to champion as an editor: women’s voices that deserve to be rediscovered.

The third shelf is divided between two seemingly distinct interests: fashion modeling books (including Jean Stein’s biography of Edie Sedgwick) and books on book design and covers. The latter includes Penguin by Design by Phil Baines, The Penguin Classics Book by Henry Eliot, The Design of Books by Adrian Wilson, and Peter Mendelsund’s The Look of the Book. As someone working in publishing, I’m fascinated by how books present themselves to the world, such as how a cover can be an invitation or a statement, and how design shapes our reading experience.

In the cabinet below are my art books, remnants from when I was an artist-in-training while attending art school. I’ve put art on hold for now, but I can’t part with these books. They’re evidence of who I was, and maybe who I’ll be again someday. 

If I trace my reading life backward, I can see how I got here. In middle and high school, I loved The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, The Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, To Kill a Mockingbird, and East of Eden. These books showed me how stories could carry weight, teach empathy, and complicate easy answers. Those books then led me to feminist theory, to women’s autobiographies, to the kind of literary fiction that centers women’s interior lives. And all of it, eventually, led me to editing and wanting to help bring more of these voices into the world. I’m still building parts of my collection. I’m searching for more books about asexual voices and women writing from religious backgrounds. I have Sandra M. Gilbert and Susan Gubar’s The Madwoman in the Attic, Lucy Delap’s Feminisms, Kate Zambreno’s Heroines, and Susan Sontag’s essays. But there are gaps I’m working to fill, stories I’m still looking for!

Right now, my favorite books are The Courage to Be Disliked by Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga, J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey, and Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now. The book I recently purchased is The Art of Manga, edited by Nicole Coolidge Rousmaniere, a curated collection that examines manga as an art form. As I’m writing this, I’m looking to purchase The First 90 Days by Michael D. Watkins, a book on navigating a leadership role at a new company!

To close this tour off, these bookshelves won’t make the move to California, and they’ll stay behind in Seattle. But the books themselves, or at least most of them, will come with me. They’re the foundation of everything I want to do as an editor. They’re proof that the stories we keep close shape the stories we want to help tell.


Franchesca Nicole Lazaro is an emerging editor with a passion for developmental editing and book production. She previously worked with Brink Literary Project and currently works with Tulipwood Press. Her editorial interests center on amplifying perspectives from women, asexual voices, and religious backgrounds, particularly in literary fiction, memoir, and nonfiction that explores feminism, history, technology, and media studies. She is learning Japanese and maintains a blog on women’s comics and reading. Franchesca is relocating from Seattle, Washington, to San Jose, California.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: transfinity by Joey Gould


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from transfinity by Joey Gould (Lambhouse Books 2026).

topology

I am an atlas
of transformations

potential of shape
any day I am

a series of equations
a set of polygons

pointy + sharp
like Lara Croft in the 90s

I’m a donut therefore
I’m a coffee cup

when the body
god gave me

feels like a woman
or not

I am a string
of complex numbers

the constant + i


Joey Gould (they/them), who served as Sundress Academy for the Arts Spring 2024 Writer in Residence, wrote transfinity (2026, Lambhouse), The Acute Avian Heart (2019, Lily Poetry Review) & Penitent > Arbiter (2022, Lily Poetry Review). Their recent work appears in Meow Meow Pow Pow, Memezine, and Defunkt Magazine’s Surreal Confessional Anthology.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp (TRP: The University Press of SHSU 2026).

STRANGERS IN OUR OWN EARTH

We have been made into something other:
something ancient, swallowed—

badland curves set from the once of subtropics,
maybe single-celled algae and zooplankton. Behind each cretaceous sea

we are the same buried peat. The desperate hunger
of crocodiles and turtles, those nubbed skins

affixed in suspension. What marks us is
the trapping of buried shale and siltstone, the early sternum

of existence. We are confessed
in installments, each realm rendered to gully

and splinter. Let me tell you, an eon
is one of my names. Name me in floating and flint,

mercy and sand. Name me bird,
detail, the very least. Name me the punishment

of history, what broke, what isn’t still lit. Name me the water as it lifted up
what it could to make exiled artifact.

We have traveled a long way to dwell on colors
that lip our past. Fragments of struggle. Though it all seems faded

to inner layers, and no one
remembers what’s nested, the story of dying is much more

than some parts swift vaulted. Time is not simple, not
quick pickled deterioration. I was an artist once.




Within me, perfect vibrance, twin constellations.
You could say the years constricted and then sank into silenced. I stopped

and was lost for a storm then droned
a winter by the window. Every angry breath became

the same consistency. But to reshape, you hold what
hollers out from under you.

Some wings are left in the depth
and hogback ridges. Old reds prove safe-kept by compressing.


Photo Credit: Bod Godwin

Lauren Camp (she/her) is the author of eight previous collections, including In Old Sky (Grand Canyon Conservancy, 2024), which grew out of her experience as Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park. She served as New Mexico Poet Laureate from 2022-25 and founded the New Mexico Epic Poem Project. Honors include fellowships from the Academy of American Poets and Black Earth Institute, a Dorset Prize, a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, and finalist citations for the Arab American Book Award and Adrienne Rich Award. Her poems have been translated into Mandarin, Turkish, Spanish, French, and Arabic.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


Project Bookshelf: Reina Maiden-Navarro

Ten volunteers, thousands of books, one week. Every summer, I volunteered with my mom at my elementary school’s library. We catalogued, sleeved, and organized every single book before the upcoming school year. I spent hours removing marker stains from hardcovers, scraping stickers off of paperbacks, and taping the spines of new inventory. I learned how to care for books in the most literal and physical way. 

Sometimes, I wish I could be the person who leaves annotations in my books, embracing a more lived-in library. However, those childhood summers ingrained in me the firm importance of prioritizing the longevity of my books, particularly for sharing them with friends and family members.

One of my most loved, most shared, and one with the most wear-and-tear, is Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. It’s a book that has served as a bridge between my nana and me in my early childhood. As I’ve gotten older, it’s become all the more precious. Two years ago, we even took a trip to Concord, Massachusetts, to visit the author’s home together.

My first copies of Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan and The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins have been read the most times out of any book on my shelf. They are a huge indicator of the kind of books I adored in middle school and high school, and they’re still the books that make me want to make a career out of publishing the most.

In college, my bookshelf became peppered with a wide-array of genres. 

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia is reflective of the kind of Gothic fiction that reminds me of my partner. Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler finally gave me the vocabulary to describe my favorite subgenre as speculative fiction. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde grew my love for classic literature as I explored a minor in Creative Writing. Crying in H-Mart by Michelle Zauner and many other memoirs got me through my study abroad program. Laura Horak’s Girls Will Be Boys paints a clear picture of the queer-focused lens that much of my undergraduate degree in Film & Media Studies centered on. 

As my personal library expands, I’ll keep preserving, loving, and sharing my books. I hope to take this same care to my work with Sundress Publications as I support and contribute to the writing being published this season.


A white woman is standing in front of a tree in a grove. She has short, dark red hair. She is wearing a black dress with white trim and a blue graduation stole with the words "UC Irvine" embroidered on it with gold thread.

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: Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp (TRP: The University Press of SHSU 2026).

IF I TELL YOU HOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY

Someone left a child’s red boot in the path.
Done with motion and arrivals, it makes me want
to make a list of trusts.
When I lived in Boston, I dated a bus driver.
We went to a club
where I handed over a fake ID
and the bouncer saw me, young
and soft, a plucked berry. He let me in, knowing
that night I might cloudburst
or underworld. The city was bearable with dirty
habits of snowbanks, tired streets, people at each corner
doubled beside beeches
holding up signs lettered Hope. I give
my coats to such suffering. Bus driver bought me a drink
orange with ice. He whispered.
I didn’t know what to do
with a man with a mustache. It’s ridiculous, the construction
of a memory. The club was dark
and smoky and full of decisions. I can’t say
I felt lucky. We left
to walk that old crisp night. Boston was ruined
with slippery weather. He was gentle,
didn’t touch me. Dwindling
flakes latched to the ground and I never saw him
again. One hour bent
to another. I had no armor.
I didn’t need a map to know where we were going.
And then days went on.
And here I am with the boot, with the desert,
the sun, me beside me in the perfect center
of reason which looks maybe
like nothing, but I call it trust.


Photo Credit: Bob Godwin

Lauren Camp (she/her) is the author of eight previous collections, including In Old Sky (Grand Canyon Conservancy, 2024), which grew out of her experience as Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park. She served as New Mexico Poet Laureate from 2022-25 and founded the New Mexico Epic Poem Project. Honors include fellowships from the Academy of American Poets and Black Earth Institute, a Dorset Prize, a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, and finalist citations for the Arab American Book Award and Adrienne Rich Award. Her poems have been translated into Mandarin, Turkish, Spanish, French, and Arabic.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp (TRP: The University Press of SHSU 2026).

PROGNOSIS

My father is all
at once. It is noon and widens
further into another
landscape of feet.
The words he uses are a measure
of the half-point
to silence. We listen
to the mirror on the wall
and my father is bent
down with
grizzle and returning
spaces. My father reminds me
of my father. Father
as conveyance, as legal
document, as night flight, lost
pitch. Next question. For something
to do, we name the body
by streaming daylight:
knee, nerve, stomach. Reason
the tender sound of sun. Name hope
as a pleasantry. We are spending
our time folded
into it, finding
ourselves. We are not
doing nothing. We are planning
the task of letting go
of all thought and my father is root
and tree. I put my hand
on his hand
and build a small
mountain. I haven’t described
his voice. An hour passes again.
A sound not said. A negative



ghost. A rain
unbuckles the leaves.
Perhaps we’ll look
in the mirror and see
what just happened—
what I mean
is, the future.


Photo Credit: Bob Godwin

Lauren Camp (she/her) is the author of eight previous collections, including In Old Sky (Grand Canyon Conservancy, 2024), which grew out of her experience as Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park. She served as New Mexico Poet Laureate from 2022-25 and founded the New Mexico Epic Poem Project. Honors include fellowships from the Academy of American Poets and Black Earth Institute, a Dorset Prize, a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, and finalist citations for the Arab American Book Award and Adrienne Rich Award. Her poems have been translated into Mandarin, Turkish, Spanish, French, and Arabic.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp (TRP: The University Press of SHSU 2026).

SANCTUARY

I collect another phrase
for safekeeping. No need to do more
than hold his fragrance: egg, anger, each thick
river of rejoicing. On my fridge, a scrap
of my father, his perfect print
which held all the black of a day
and its losses. Now he learns the equation
for why I tell him this beginning.
From the first morning of my childhood
when he lifted me up, with iron
in his body and my apple-sized eyes. My father,
I looked giddy and exhaled.
That was Sunday. The village. I was a baby sugared
with indulgence. Fat and black-haired. Those years
of his unfolding wallet and the ongoing thorn
of origin. We knocked on the heavens
with our knees. Such boredom.
These days, the body holds its heat.
We begin with my name: a portrait of belonging.
We pantomime conversation.
I never want to feel ore than I do. No,
it isn’t that. Twitching all night again. Is his presence more
of a parting or a start? My father.
I separate each hollow. I always knew
four months of snow. We bought sweaters,
he tested my algebraic solutions, my mother danced
in our hotel rooms. Her arms were pale.
If train A and train B are traveling at different speeds
from two different cities
what is the time before collision? My father.
I am not looking for a way out.


Photo Credit: Bob Godwin

Lauren Camp (she/her) is the author of eight previous collections, including In Old Sky (Grand Canyon Conservancy, 2024), which grew out of her experience as Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park. She served as New Mexico Poet Laureate from 2022-25 and founded the New Mexico Epic Poem Project. Honors include fellowships from the Academy of American Poets and Black Earth Institute, a Dorset Prize, a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, and finalist citations for the Arab American Book Award and Adrienne Rich Award. Her poems have been translated into Mandarin, Turkish, Spanish, French, and Arabic.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Ezra Fox, is from Is Is Enough by Lauren Camp (TRP: The University Press of SHSU 2026).

ON HARMONY

Train stops and eggplant and the grim little sun and our clapping
all morning and later we slicked down to righteous
dance moves, pink greasy boxes of dough. Some would say

we were not divine between us but we hummed our shared holy
family in a quarry of folding chairs. One hour skimmed
to another and they were not forbidden, or clarified

with reason, but the ache of the olives and responses
rendered in timbal, qanun, tarub, the oud, and the sounds again
of distress and truth. Darwish said “Nothing is harder…than the smell

of dreams while they’re evaporating.” On those days we dressed
in our blacks and thick tongues, and the narrative
we offered was not an acceptance, a raging. We wanted to forget

to kneel. We spent the days linked to our divisions
of oppression and we fixed to the matter
of beginning. Every thought claimed five wounds. Dresses loose

with their fine threads, red and lime,
wheat gold. Outside, a stone bridge watched the great river
weeping; a mother sang to her baby. My taste in the mouth

of this crowd. Habibi, our losses, and the most of us rustling
our arrows beneath them. Five times a day we ate the oily
sweetness with our vigorous fingers, our tongues moving to cumin

and cream, and we passed from news to a chapel
of pita, to portions of dusk, our ghosts and marginal angers.
I took 48 photos of shadows in quick succession,



thinking one better than another, and saw in each photo
a lapse to spot evidence. I deleted them
from my memory which wanted not to hunger

for these compulsions, statistics. We were taught
so many instances to doubt, but the light came along
singing and we joined it, taking its melody as a apology.


Photo Credit: Bob Godwin

Lauren Camp (she/her) is the author of eight previous collections, including In Old Sky (Grand Canyon Conservancy, 2024), which grew out of her experience as Astronomer-in-Residence at Grand Canyon National Park. She served as New Mexico Poet Laureate from 2022-25 and founded the New Mexico Epic Poem Project. Honors include fellowships from the Academy of American Poets and Black Earth Institute, a Dorset Prize, a Glenna Luschei Award from Prairie Schooner, and finalist citations for the Arab American Book Award and Adrienne Rich Award. Her poems have been translated into Mandarin, Turkish, Spanish, French, and Arabic.

Photo Credit: Sarah Deragon

Ezra Fox (they/he) is a Best of the Net nominee who lives and writes in San Francisco, CA and holds an MFA from Indiana University. A Breadloaf, Tin House, and Lambda Literary Fellow, and recipient of the Lili Elbe Memorial Scholarship, which recognizes transgender writers of exceptional promise, their work appears or is forthcoming in TriQuarterly, The Pinch, Fourteen Hills, Interim, and elsewhere. Additionally, they won the 2025 West Trade Review Poetry Prize, and currently serve as assistant judge of the Tom Howard/Margaret Reid Poetry Contest. Apart from writing, Ezra maintains a daily practice of reconnecting with their inner child: roller-skating, playing drums, and enjoying animated films and theme parks. In quieter moments, they can be found sharing cups of tea and sweet treats with their beloveds. Learn more about Ezra at ezrafox.net or on Instagram @ezraxfox.