ADAM TAVEL
“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”
SALLY THOMAS
“All day the oak came down. The bright air glinted / With fine red sawdust as with locust wings.”
MICHAEL GOODFELLOW
“Cabbage Night that year was bright and humid. / No one around here knows that anymore, / before Hallowe’en, when tricks were played.”
JASON GRAY
“The tonic glows / Blue on the bar”
JOHN PHILIP DRURY
“Red flecks erupt on ash-tree leaves / like the flush on my lover’s neck.”
MARYANN CORBETT
“Perfect: the singers, strings, and keyboards. Perfect // Bruised sky above the tents of the squatters’ district”
LISA BARNETT
“Propagate and fornicate, / procreate and copulate: / Latin for our base desires.”
CYNTHIA ERLANDSON
“My last red rose-of-sharon / Is slowly curling closed”
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”
