Cringe & Nostalgia

As winter melts away and spring begins to bloom, it makes sense to think about the seasons we move through as well. March feels like a transitional month, a moment to look over your shoulder and notice what looks softer or harsher in hindsight. This month, we asked poets to drift into poetry that treaded that thin line between cringe and nostalgia, the kind which you might harbor for old versions of yourself you’ve shed, the places you’ve lived and left, and the people you’ve loved and lost to time.