QUINCY R. LEHR
“That was one more year of America, / a smoking fuselage that never crashes”
Iambic
PEDRO POITEVIN
“I will remain here on the sidelines where / each Saturday I witness my son glide / over slide tackles with a cocky stride .”
DAVID ROSENTHAL
“You’ll come across it in some database– / an arcane list, an ancient family tree– / a ghost town on the edge of cyberspace”
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.”
MICHAEL BROWN
“Like Job, he kneels, hands placed before him on the ground”
QUINCY R. LEHR
“Up late. The wife asleep, the laptop screen / a nightlight of sorts, I semi-surf the web— / a Twitter deep dive—another angry teen / was shocked by murder into eloquence.”
JEAN L. KREILING
“The palette loses warmth: the hair gone gray, / the teeth not quite so white”
MARYANN CORBETT
“Perfect: the singers, strings, and keyboards. Perfect // Bruised sky above the tents of the squatters’ district”
RICHARD WAKEFIELD
“An old man at his kitchen window sees / by winter light”
STEPHEN KAMPA
“Beloved woman, beautiful and scared”
PHILIP DACEY
“She sits as if before the stillest lake”
MORI CREECH
“I struck the match. My child watched dead leaves burn”
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.”
GWEN HART
“I have grown accustomed to his hands”
