SALLY THOMAS
“All day the oak came down. The bright air glinted / With fine red sawdust as with locust wings.”
Slant Rhyme
PETER SWANSON
“Think thin, America, in silhouettes / Of evening dress and city lines.”
MORI CREECH
“I struck the match. My child watched dead leaves burn”
AMIT MAJMUDAR
“Solitudes crowded past at every floor / And filled the lift beginning at the back.”
BRUCE BOND
“In this dream he is the deep-sea diver”
SANDRA SHAFFER VANDOREN
“Motionless as herons, snipers stare, / their long, slick beaks of guns all pointing down”
JENNIFER ANNA GOSETTI FERENCEI
“Among our trees the devilish gypsy moth / scatters still-green leaves like scraps of cloth”
