SCOTT RAY
“We smelled the smoke before we saw the fire”
Shakespearian
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.”
