JOHN PHILIP DRURY
“‘Ever the best of friends,’ your letters ended, / great expectations for a wave of years / that promised more reunions, correspondence. / But all that’s over.”
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J.C. SCHARL
“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”
ADAM TAVEL
“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”
DAVID MIDDLETON
“Fall skies glow pink and golden on a ground / Prepared and worked”
MATTHEW MCLAUGHLIN MALYON
“The open coffin waited in the room, / a stone in ocean tide”
BRUCE MCBIRNEY
“His eyes are fixed ahead. His scraggled beard, / Flecked salt and pepper, hides a shaking jaw.”
JACK GRANATH
“My friend, the coffee-shop philosopher, / Surrendered to the venom of his views”
MATTHEW LADD
“That day the roar of Corpus Christi beaches / muted us, months before the storm flew in, / I saw the terns flame out along the boardwalk”
DEBORAH WARREN
“He could no more make them heed his speech / than he could take a roll call of the waves”
ALISON PELEGRIN
“No plans for tonight but to snare a poem, / to set a breadcrumb trail of booze / and catch a little buzz myself.”
MARK JARMAN
“She clung to him. It hurt to think she loved him”
