Leah Sewell uses the language of the plains, and of the body, to open a gulf in us-a gulf of memory, of disaster-whatever is precarious, all around us. These are storm poems in the best possible way, full of threat, but also centers of unsettling calm; that which we love, but can no longer reach. Someone leaves town forever; a child stubbornly grows up, and away; the weather turns, maybe for the worst, and we must ride it out.
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About the Author
Writers Workshop and a mother to two youngsters. Her poetry has appeared in
[PANK] Magazine, Rufous City Review, Weave Magazine, Flint Hills
Review, Midwestern Gothic, Mochila, and other journals, and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2012. She is a graduate of Washburn University in English with a minor in Women's Studies and is an MFA candidate at the University of