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”
LIZ AHL
“Who showed you which trees to cut down or to keep? / The father who sang you down into your sleep.”
MATTHEW SMITH
“When it happens, nobody seems to notice.”
QUINCY R. LEHR
“There’s thudding from the floor above that never seems to stop. / I’m trying to sleep, or waiting for the other shoe to drop”
CELESTE LIPKES
“In bed, I shake the world by turning glass. / I twist the plastic tube and shut one eye; / I watch the people break apart and pass”
AMIT MAJMUDAR
“Solitudes crowded past at every floor / And filled the lift beginning at the back.”
BARBARA LOOTS
“He bows over the board to hone the line / from stem to stern along a subtle curve / that instinct and intelligence define.”
HANNAH FAITH NOTESS
“Moved up the river to a ghostless house. / Hung out the Monday washing in the breeze.”
BRUCE BOND
“In this dream he is the deep-sea diver”
GWEN HART
“I have grown accustomed to his hands”
CAKI WILKINSON
“When neon ginkgoes fan the window panes / and sycamores unroll their yellow sleeves”
