“Gulls kettle in the steam /rising from what, / from meters up, must seem / like tea bags but / for the smell”
Nonce
“Time will not fill my teacup, will not come / To me with cucumbers in early spring.”
PEDRO POITEVIN
“I will remain here on the sidelines where / each Saturday I witness my son glide / over slide tackles with a cocky stride .”
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”
SUSAN MCLEAN
“The first thing she requests post-surgery, / awake but drifting in the morphine glow, / is that my sister turn on the TV”
BRUCE BOND
“In this dream he is the deep-sea diver”
JENNIFER ANNA GOSETTI FERENCEI
“Among our trees the devilish gypsy moth / scatters still-green leaves like scraps of cloth”
MILES DAVID MOORE
“The headstones that withstood / A thousand storms and snows”
PAUL LAKE
“You storm out late at night / And walk the streets alone / In adolescent pique — / A tried and true technique”
R.S. GWYNN
“Here is a life to clear away.”
DAVID MASON
“I let myself be hanged, and learn / a new word whispered out of fear”
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