MORI CREECH
“I struck the match. My child watched dead leaves burn”
Slant Rhyme
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”
ELIZABETH KLISE VON ZERNECK
“In this dark cabinet of poem: / no lanterns rise, few men reach home.”
ROBERT DONOHUE
“In lonely moments it may come to mind / To brush away the cobweb’s veil”
