During the summer we leap
from our roofs, naked and expecting,
into thimblefuls of ocean.
During the winter we drown quietly
in empty bathtubs.
At night we position our bodies
just close enough to frighten off land.
We are twined in the kelp
fastened to this motionless ship.
If only the little things were lesser
and meaning more significant.
If only we could breathe out
Maintained or neglected, familiar or foreign, well-worn or wild, roadways inform our decisions and identities. Their geographies direct the movement
of our lives and sketch the cartography of our stories. In this spirit, 322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists whose fiction,
creative nonfiction, poetry, and mixed media artwork wander the paths of human experience. A nonprofit literary journal conceived
and operated by former Rowan University graduate students, 322 Review is based in Southern New Jersey.