We are honored to carry the third installment in Drop Leaf Press's chapbook series, There Are Trees, by Green Apple poet-in-residence Maxwell Shanley. Through familiar objects, gestures, and relationships, Shanley explores the interplay of duration and instant, layers of history and the edge of the present moment. A bend in time moves through these poems like a crack in the glass, calling quiet attention to the turbulence of memory and the inadequacy of narrative time. A mantra of universal change drones delicately beneath these poems, unwritten but present nonetheless.
"I dreamed stars over a lake. / The yellow flower into gray, / outline in the dark. There are trees / I see my death in. A meadowlark / burst from the canopy. My life / issued forth like a bridge / of hands."