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”
