Paige Leland

Paige Leland is a serial Cap'n Crunch eater, elephant collector and native of Mid-Michigan who graduated with a BFA in Creative Writing last December. Her poetry and prose have appeared in Chicago Literati, The Tahoma Literary Review, Glass Mountain and elsewhere. She currently lives in Houston, TX, where she is the managing editor of the new literary magazine, Goat's Milk. She plans to spend the remainder of the year writing and to pursue an MFA in Poetry next fall.

“Portrait: Woodbury, Indiana”, “What Happens to Dealership Cars During a Hurricane” and “Aubade with the Red Door”

Page Leland’s prose poem “Portrait: Woodbury, Indiana” is a poetic journey of narration, rhythm, and metaphor in three stanzas with lines such as these: “When we close our eyes, the sky rips open, sounds like bones breaking”; “Pass the time by searching white clouds for a sign of something divine—“; “9 pm, when the sky is dead and black and the moon is only an outstretched hand away.”
Poetry
February 2018

Paige Leland

Paige Leland is a serial Cap'n Crunch eater, elephant collector and native of Mid-Michigan who graduated with a BFA in Creative Writing last December. Her poetry and prose have appeared in Chicago Literati, The Tahoma Literary Review, Glass Mountain and elsewhere. She currently lives in Houston, TX, where she is the managing editor of the new literary magazine, Goat's Milk. She plans to spend the remainder of the year writing and to pursue an MFA in Poetry next fall.

“Portrait: Woodbury, Indiana”, “What Happens to Dealership Cars During a Hurricane” and “Aubade with the Red Door”

Page Leland’s prose poem “Portrait: Woodbury, Indiana” is a poetic journey of narration, rhythm, and metaphor in three stanzas with lines such as these: “When we close our eyes, the sky rips open, sounds like bones breaking”; “Pass the time by searching white clouds for a sign of something divine—“; “9 pm, when the sky is dead and black and the moon is only an outstretched hand away.”
Poetry
February 2018
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