Genre: Poetry

Nathan Nicolau

"Sewing is one of those things I can’t do / (in-out-in-out-in-out-in-out-in) / because putting the needle in my hand would make / me question."

Purbasha Roy

"As they passed swift, peeling barks of hours balmed by / void. This poem is about something wanting less and inclined / more towards how a wait when over, leaves a / blank."

Judith Skillman

"I admit he was a provider for sister yam / & brother spud, snot-nosed children / who went off & had their own children"

Shannon Frost Greenstein

"in Heaven I could forget how I drink Diet Coke to fill my stomach, to quiet / my ravenous hunger, to fill the hole in my core I am still too broken to fill with food."

Shannon Frost Greenstein

"what do spiders dream about/succulent flies/the perfect web/early-morning summer breezes drifting over an exoskeleton dotted with dew"

Janice Odell

"This big love, like a / clear, meandering / stream in the canyon, / has faithfully shaped us."

Edith Friedman

"Turning a mother voice on and off. Slow at saying some things / in America. Regret never singing in a rock band."

Jill Michelle

"Radio on, we ride the gray snake of highway through New England / October—the shock of saffron-shot treetops and tangerine leaves / Always startling"

Jill Michelle

"I hope / to create something / good enough to stay, wait / for that other child of ten / dropped at the local library / branch while Mom runs Saturday errands"

Edith Friedman

"Her sea children, better prize, mid-size / when they sun themselves on ancient rock / she smells the dripping fuzz of their hard heads."