PEDRO POITEVIN
“It springs from mystery like window dew. / It glows in the abrasion of a match.”
SUSAN MCLEAN
“The first thing she requests post-surgery, / awake but drifting in the morphine glow, / is that my sister turn on the TV”
CAROL FRITH
“My neighbor’s motion lights ignite, / light up the privet tree, the dying firethorn hedge”
ROB WRIGHT
“I wish that all the hours I’ve spent with bores / in heated arguments were mine again.”
RICHARD WAKEFIELD
“An old man at his kitchen window sees / by winter light”
RICHARD WAKEFIELD
“An old man at his kitchen window sees / by winter light”
MARYANN CORBETT
“God? you’re good at taking me as I am? Then / take me this way: craven, pusillanimous”
STEPHEN GIBSON
“If she could see the future, would it matter? / Change things? She might say it would.”
DAVID MIDDLETON
“Fall skies glow pink and golden on a ground / Prepared and worked”
TONY BARNSTONE
“Descartes installed the eyeball of an ox / in a small hole through which the daylight sprayed / inverted figures of the world’s parade”
JEHANNE DUBROW
“I walk to Safeway where the air stays on / and wander through the frozen foods, the cold / glass coffins”
STEPHEN KAMPA
“Beloved woman, beautiful and scared”
JUDITH KUNST
“At twelve, she saw so little and so much / in seven stars”
RYAN WILSON
“He’s happiest on weekends in the fall, / Those quiet afternoons”
PETER SWANSON
“Think thin, America, in silhouettes / Of evening dress and city lines.”
PHILIP DACEY
“She sits as if before the stillest lake”
TIEL AISHA ANSARI
“It’s not a secret history, / The roots of jazz”
MORI CREECH
“I struck the match. My child watched dead leaves burn”
