A DuskChristian WimanHow slowly the mountaintakes it in,like a diagnosisof darkness.The consolationof a continuationthat has nothing to dowith you....
I Walk from Steeple to SteepleRegan GoodYou diagram promises by your advancementsbut leave bad things behind -- germy wing.(World like a large drum be...
ThirstNikia LeopoldThe marigold has grownSo dense with leavesand pungent blossoms,rain glances from it,missing the glazed pot.Even in this downpour, r...
Scullers at DawnArne WeingartLike all artistsyou start out in the darkpushing offalone from the silent docksof the thousandblack rivers and black lake...
Good Pink. Bad Pink.Carol PotterWhen the child in mid-tantrum tried riding her pink scooter directly off the platform and onto the packed train at 28t...
LightsMark Irwinswimming the earth at dusk and prickling the distanceof the near town. In the jigsaw puzzle of the falls I couldfeel a fine mist. Driv...
ZooMark IrwinIn her old age, Mother enjoys going to the zooas the trees let loose their yellow leavesand stand like furniture among the grazing animal...
Bedouin of the London EveningRosemary TonksTen years in your cafés and your bedroomsGreat city, filled with wind and dust!Bedouin of the London...
In-lawTara BrayThe cries of the killdeer agitatelike demons delicate and ruthless,the bird ten steps ahead in harsh light,the wheat soft and green,tho...
MemorialDave SmithToday on the 17th fairway I stepped overthe gutted, dried out corpse,not quite the length of my arm once,now more papery shell than ...