Mercedes Lawry, whose poem appears in Vol. 5 of Packingtown Review, lives in Seattle, so not that far from the Northern border. But no matter how near or far a national border is from where we stand, we all live among those who move between countries–or we are them.
This poem from Vol. 3 of Packingtown Review, by Christina Cook, is beautiful. The phenomenon captured is ugly. Poets walk on that razor edge when they condemn the destruction of ocean habitats so that the few can profit. The goal is never to make the ugly beautiful.
During a pandemic and after, there’s a pandemic of pandemic lit. Another thing during a pandemic: some poems innocently written Before read like premonitions about Now. A case in point is this poem by Carol Guess, published in Vol. 2 of Packingtown Review exactly a decade ago.