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”
SANDRA SHAFFER VANDOREN
“Motionless as herons, snipers stare, / their long, slick beaks of guns all pointing down”
MATTHEW MCLAUGHLIN MALYON
“The open coffin waited in the room, / a stone in ocean tide”
JENNIFER ANNA GOSETTI FERENCEI
“Among our trees the devilish gypsy moth / scatters still-green leaves like scraps of cloth”
KATE SLAVENS
“A hollow whisper in the night / Precedes the whistling, cutting breeze”
BRUCE MCBIRNEY
“It happens quickly every Friday night. / The deepest feelings, the profound events / Of thirty years are gathered up in light / Upon a movie screen. “
BRUCE MCBIRNEY
“His eyes are fixed ahead. His scraggled beard, / Flecked salt and pepper, hides a shaking jaw.”
WILLIAM F. BELL
“I don’t know by what happy omen / A creature from the past came by”
JACK GRANATH
“My friend, the coffee-shop philosopher, / Surrendered to the venom of his views”
