Forgotten fig splitting in the sun, fruitless, marked with cuts and dashed to fire. But made, as everything perfect and so practical as wagon wheels, simple as a bed, handsome as the trumpet vine. A vessel questioning, no, crying: why not pouring in me wine?
Leslie Williams’ first collection, Success of the Seed Plants, won the Bellday Prize and was a finalist for the Eric Hoffer Award. She has received individual artist fellowships from the Illinois Arts Council and the Massachusetts Cultural Council, and the Robert Winner Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry, The Kenyon Review, Image, The Southern Review, Gulf Coast, Shenandoah, Smartish Pace, and many other other magazines.
