Monday, May 25, 2026

HAN VANDERHART — "ODE TO KNOWING" (Issue 30)

ODE TO KNOWING

The orchard in my childhood: apple,
pear, cherry I fell from—and a plum tree
neglected every spring, a jelly fungus
taking the purple fruit. No soft plums
in the fridge. There was so much
I thought I could not have; obedience
I had to give. My child body, bruised.
My heart: kept like an abandoned fruit
tree, or a goat to a tether. I did not buck.
I did not bite. I stood in the long grasses.
I’ve since learned that a child cannot
provide. That fruit and animals both
need tending hands—hold me, comb me,
were words that for years I could not
say. But now I feel the wisteria around
my thighs. The landscape curls with relief.
There is ripe fruit in the shape of your mouth.



ABOUT THE POET 

Han VanderHart is a queer writer living in Durham, NC, under the pines. Their 
second poetry collection, Larks (Ohio University Press, 2025), was selected by 
Chanda Feldman as winner of the 2024 Hollis Summers Poetry Prize. Han is also 
the author of What Pecan Light (Bull City Press, 2021) and has essays and poetry 
published in Kenyon Review, The American Poetry Review, The Rumpus, AGNI
and elsewhere. Han hosts Of Poetry Podcast and, alongside Amorak Huey, coedits 
the poetry press River River Books.



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ELLA FLORES — "FIELD NOTES FROM THE CREATION MUSEUM" (Issue 30)

FIELD NOTES FROM THE CREATION MUSEUM

After the Tower of Babel diorama
    you arrive at a Kentucky nuclear
wasteland where mannequin Moses
    asks mannequin David, Why do I
suffer? A projector whirs the answer:
    a million CGI particles form a fully
adult, human male—No baby Adam.
    No diaper changing station
in the men’s bathroom. No stopping the field
    tripping students from prodding fertilized
egg models and life-sized fetuses. Or shoving
    their way through the Garden of Eden
exhibit to be first in line for the petting-zoo-food-
    court-equipped Ark, where a premium ticket
gets you the Deluge Experience and rainbows
    are kept to a minimum. Please leave
in twos, a placard points to the gift shop.
    In the humor section you buy a birthday
card with a unicorn nuzzling a brontosaurus
telling him, It doesn’t hurt.
Not really.


ABOUT THE POET 

Ella Flores is a poetry PhD candidate at SUNY Binghamton and has recent 
or forthcoming work in The Penn Review, DIAGRAM, Salamander, Hunger 
Mountain, and others.



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poems from our pages, read by the poet. This an open invitation to all contributors 
from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to 
hear it.

MIKE WHITE — "FAIRGROUND (OLD PHOTOGRAPH)" (Issue 30)

FAIRGROUND (OLD PHOTOGRAPH) 

Given that the colors
must already be
imagined,

allow the mind’s eye
to erase

every last bobbing balloon,

and then subtract
the levitating strings.

Now keep

squarely in view
the clenched raised fists
of the stone-faced children.


ABOUT THE POET 

Mike White is the author of two prize-winning collections: How to Make a 
Bird with Two Hands (Word Works, 2012) and Addendum to a Miracle 
(Waywiser, 2017). Individual poems have appeared in journals, including Poetry
Ploughshares, The New Republic, The Yale Review, The Kenyon Review, The Iowa 
Review, Copper Nickel, Rattle, and previously in Sugar House Review. Originally 
from Canada, he now lives in Salt Lake City and teaches at the University of Utah.



ABOUT SUGAR HOUSE REVIEW 


We loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), and we want an 
opportunity to better hear our contributors. We're featuring audio recordings of 
poems from our pages, read by the poet. This an open invitation to all contributors 
from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to 
hear it.