SCOTT RAY
“We smelled the smoke before we saw the fire”
SCOTT RAY
“We smelled the smoke before we saw the fire”
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”
ADAM TAVEL
“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”
PEDRO POITEVIN
“It springs from mystery like window dew. / It glows in the abrasion of a match.”
CAROL FRITH
“My neighbor’s motion lights ignite, / light up the privet tree, the dying firethorn hedge”
ROB WRIGHT
“I wish that all the hours I’ve spent with bores / in heated arguments were mine again.”
RICHARD WAKEFIELD
“An old man at his kitchen window sees / by winter light”
TONY BARNSTONE
“Descartes installed the eyeball of an ox / in a small hole through which the daylight sprayed / inverted figures of the world’s parade”
JEHANNE DUBROW
“I walk to Safeway where the air stays on / and wander through the frozen foods, the cold / glass coffins”
PHILIP DACEY
“She sits as if before the stillest lake”
GWEN HART
“I have grown accustomed to his hands”
CAKI WILKINSON
“When neon ginkgoes fan the window panes / and sycamores unroll their yellow sleeves”
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. “
SHANE SEELY
“Ray claims he saw you with his own two eyes”
ROBERT DONOHUE
“In lonely moments it may come to mind / To brush away the cobweb’s veil”
GINNY KACZMAREK
“The piercing ice of winter never ends / when you’re away.”
ROBERT W. CRAWFORD
Winner of the 2006 Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award
“The tourists take a snapshot of the sight — / But only if nobody’s sitting there.”
WILLIAM BREEN
“Me sad. Me who love cookie cannot taste / with tongue of felt to cardboard pasted flat.”