MORI CREECH
“I struck the match. My child watched dead leaves burn”
Sonnet
AMIT MAJMUDAR
“Solitudes crowded past at every floor / And filled the lift beginning at the back.”
HANNAH FAITH NOTESS
“Moved up the river to a ghostless house. / Hung out the Monday washing in the breeze.”
GWEN HART
“I have grown accustomed to his hands”
CAKI WILKINSON
“When neon ginkgoes fan the window panes / and sycamores unroll their yellow sleeves”
SANDRA SHAFFER VANDOREN
“Motionless as herons, snipers stare, / their long, slick beaks of guns all pointing down”
MATTHEW MCLAUGHLIN MALYON
“The open coffin waited in the room, / a stone in ocean tide”
