2/28/22 - Editor's Letter
We love Poetry (with a capital P) here at PILLBOX. We love it so much that we dedicated our issue to it! This issue showcases poetry from writers across...
Beach House: Once, Twice, Three Times, Four Times…
I want to say Beach House is like an enigma. It’s like who else makes music like them? it’s not alt, it’s not indie, and it’s compelling enough to not...
This Flickering World: Rilke and the Universality of Crisis Response
This Flickering World: Rilke and the Universality of Crisis Response "The Wartime Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke" is a small, unassuming little...
soup poem #4392
Every love poem I write is really a poem about soup. I wake up and think about how I love you and something in me hungers for soup—the long stretch of...
Something to remember me by
prologue When my grandmother went to Egypt, the third time, she brought me back a tiny golden camel statue. If you open the hump on its back, you won’t...
….and I as Himeros
Look! Look what I can do, in love! I can make you mythical - I can liken you to the old gods, Sew you into their stories with songs and scriptures of...
Sunday Morning
SUNDAY MORNING Bright blue sky then how. Then why. Hedonistic thrill pales in the harsh light of families on their way to church. A childhood trip to...
How to be a Poet
HOW TO BE A POET Being sad is the key to being a good writer. Just kidding! Artists don’t need to be depressed. That’s a toxic myth, and my take...
2 poems by Dylan Rossi: bliss and Distant train & what to say
bliss and Distant train beckonsWe sit criss- cross in the apple treeshade. humm- ing a light slipped like the squeezed lemon in my water— BeckonsAn...