When we approach any art, in all we do, we are attempting to satisfy an incredible, insatiable hunger, which is the hallmark of our lives on this planet. We hunger for adventure, danger, love, revenge, success, beauty, redemption, resurrection, and everything in between, all the while hoping, one day, to be filled. These poets tear open their chests and offer us themselves, the labyrinths of their hearts. They remind us that, even when we are bloody, confused, feeing our way through the darkness, we have one another. We must each empty ourselves, pour out our light. Like water from a windowsill pitcher on a summer afternoon.
Zack Strait, Poetry Editor