J.C. SCHARL
“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”
Blank Verse
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”
