SHIVERING BY JACK COOPER
When it’s cold I miss everything warm
rømmegrøt sprinkled with cinnamon
berry juice steaming in a mug
you
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GO GETTER BY MARIANNE LYON
Hopscotch to school, pick up best friend
she giggles, tries to keep up: hop-jump hop-jump
PAST AND PRESENT BY CLAIRE DAY
But here, with cameras flashing, guides cutting the silence in foreign tongues, bodies shifting for better views, she felt herself to be an intruder of the worst kind, one who has passed beyond the limits of decency. Instinctively she turned away. Mike was right behind her, adjusting his camera settings.
Read MoreLISTENING TO THE CANYON BY JEANINE STEVENS
When the wind shifts and tears up the canyon,
I think of the Bora—that sweeps
down the Balkans. Do the gusts
make nocturnal animals nervous?
PIGEON SPIKES BY GENE TWARONITE
when you
step on a cactus or
touch a live wire.
It won’t kill you
the first time but …
GHOST PETALS BY HILARY LEATHEM
Little skeletons
Made of glass
Of aluminum
Of metal
Litter the bank of the river.
BRUSH OFF BY SUEELLEN LOVEJOY
And this blue heron sure of purpose lifts her stately head into a sky of amaranth,
spreads her wings like brushstrokes of great drama, and shimmers out of sight.
I FOUND A RED THREAD BY NANCY WHEATON
In an ancient
Japanese
legend,
a red thread is tied
to the pinkie finger
of a newborn,
THE ANNOUNCEMENT BY GEORGE H. NORTHRUP
“Nothing else matters,” he began,
and looked around the room.
Clearing his throat
MADRE DE LA MUERTE BY TIMOTHY MARTIN
She is a mother like any: anxious and proud,
her thoughts for her son continuous
as the beads she fingers on her
billion-years necklace.
KŌAN’S END BY WILLIAM SWARTS
Yes, I know the answer.
I know the answer to…
I know the answer to the kōan
WHAT IS LONGING FOR BY SEAN LAUSE
The swallow’s flight longs for the emptiness
that the bend of its wings displaces.
