Swimming

SWIMMING Lately, I’m thinking of poems as places to put things, moments that haven’t dissolved, yet aren’t big enough for their own poem but still deserve—or maybe ask—to stop floating around like dust in the air or debris on the water, for example …

Ellen Goldsmith of Cushing, Maine, writes and teaches poetry. Her first chapbook, No Pine Tree In This Forest Is Perfect (1997) won the Slapering Hol Press chapbook prize. Her poems have been published in a number of magazines, including Connecticut River Review, Dash, Earth's Daughters, Mount Hope, and Third Wednesday.