Genre: Poetry

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."

Ruth Towne

"The bones of my ribcage articulate to one / another under my skin, hidden roots / that have yet to produce. I wait for symbol, / for my bones to reduce."

Kyle Singh

"Did the lilies tell me how to stay afloat? / They swim against the current of my body / And fill my lungs with water / Where was I to go?"

John Brantingham

"The brightly colored signs / that tell you the city has condemned / abandoned houses or old buildings / are coming up this spring like crocuses."

Jennifer Brown

"The child believed that it came from the air, full of sky & rain, & from the light, which disappeared but always returned, & from the keening sound the wind made against the sharp-cornered house."

Patrick Williamson

"Cobblestones that glisten. Sidestepping black puddles & / tarmac lakes, we walk among desire's ghosts, gripped by / tense silence."

H.S. Abraham

"Placing it on the table, / I thread the needle / Piercing my heart as I stitch / It to my sleeve" 

James B. Nicola

"What's that, u liked it? & u laughed?"