YOU CAN FIND ME BY JOAN EYLES JOHNSON
A little kid is sipping or
I’m in a magician’s hat
Longing to be free or
I’m in a glass casket
Waiting for your kiss
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LOVE MOVES IN BY SEAN LAUSE
Your Great Grandmother’s
heirloom necklace.
Check.
She’s the one who died screaming in the attic?
Yes.
IT IS SUMMER AND THE FOOTHILLS BY JOSEPH D. MILOSCH
It is summer and the foothills
of LA burn. The ashes drift
as far as the ocean.
I CRAWLED THROUGH THE TUNNELS OF CU CHI, VIETNAM BY VINCENT TOMEO
like ants on a work farm, villagers crawled through a narrow, dark, dank, dreary maze of tunnels.
Read MoreWHEN THE HOLY GHOST BY GEOFFREY CHADWICK
the Holy Ghost woman spoke with tongues
that licked inside my tiny ears and
left them moist with noise
IT’S A PLACE, A POEM, A STINK, A GRATING NOISE, A QUALITY OF LIGHT* BY MARIANNE LYON
Hills brown from arsenic
in copper smelter town
but most spring times
land shouts with grass
loved by winter snow melt
PREGNANT WITH LONGING BY FLETA VINCENT
When I was nine months full
with your baby sleeping
sound in the shelter
of my womb I was filled
with a lifetime of yearning
I WISH I LIKED TO FISH BY DAVID ARNOLD
When I catch one, Dad takes it off the hook and puts it in a bucket of cool water. After a while, he says time to go. We’ll turn the fish loose now he says. No, those are my fish. I want to take them home.
Read MoreWhen We Were Fourteen
We rode the New York City subway cars alone
when we were fourteen.
YOU THINK I AM LOST BY MARIANNE LYON
You think I am lost
so you weep, blind to holy water
leaking from your swollen eyes
RIPTIDE BY PRESCOTT JUDD
I collapse into him like
a wave breaks against
a house built too close to
the ocean
DESERT MEMORIAL BRAD G. GARBER
Gather around and hold hands
or don’t. I won’t care, really
but I hope you read the invitation
