- Acheron, River of Woe
Do you remember floating for the first time?The sun's corona hardening in our chests.
I wore the secret of stillness around my necklike an artifact. That summer, I watched
the deer approach at dusk. Our mothers warnedto keep away from the river at night. A boy
drowned once, and we never stoppedfeeling him among the trout. [End Page 384]
angela sundstrom is a poet and writer living in Brooklyn, New York. Her poetry has appeared in Atlanta Review, Broad River Review, and Curlew Quarterly, and her book reviews have been featured in Time Out New York and SCOUT. She received her MFA from the New School and is the founder and host of Litost, a reading and music series in Brooklyn.