BARBARA LOOTS
“He bows over the board to hone the line / from stem to stern along a subtle curve / that instinct and intelligence define.”
True Rhyme
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”
WILLIAM F. BELL
“I don’t know by what happy omen / A creature from the past came by”
MILES DAVID MOORE
“The headstones that withstood / A thousand storms and snows”
GINNY KACZMAREK
“The piercing ice of winter never ends / when you’re away.”
