Nansý Sunadóttir slices through memory and longing in four poems from her collection I’m Sharpening My Knife, I’m Coming Home, translated from Faroese by Matthew Landrum. Readers experience the city of Pittsburgh on a fall afternoon: football, snow, memories of old, and shots of Black Velvet, in Joseph Bathanti’s “Hot Metal.” And Jane Newkirk considers the demands of […]