The Poem of the World

by Scudder Parker
reveals itself / like a doe’s hoof tapping ice / till she can drink.

In Her Last Days

by Peter J. Dudley
the chemo has burned out / and hospice watches / with tender eyes

Directions Back to Childhood

by Judith Waller Carroll
Turn left at the first sign of progress / and follow the old highway / along the Stillwater River.

Saving Sgt. Billings

by Kari Gunter-Seymour
We did what we could, / hid the bottles, drove what / was left of him deep / into the yawning hollow

First Nail

by Brendan Constantine
I take your portrait down to clean / and notice the scar of another / hanging, painted over.