Mentioning the furthest back field/a horseless space, and houseless, a/field above the aisles of daffodils in/which I once thought I’d marry—
Editor’s note: Anya Silver’s poem “Leavings” appeared in Issue 6.2 (2013) of New South. It’s a poem that beautifully captures the shades and movements of fall. The voice is soft but certain, and the images linger. Over email, Anya shared how this poem took shape, and what she’s been working on recently.
They call you Mrs. Malaprop, after the dame of all blunders, because you get excited by an audience yet you’re so often wrong.