by Scudder Parker
reveals itself / like a doe’s hoof tapping ice / till she can drink.
by Peter J. Dudley
the chemo has burned out / and hospice watches / with tender eyes
by Judith Waller Carroll
Turn left at the first sign of progress / and follow the old highway / along the Stillwater River.
by Kari Gunter-Seymour
We did what we could, / hid the bottles, drove what / was left of him deep / into the yawning hollow
by Brendan Constantine
I take your portrait down to clean / and notice the scar of another / hanging, painted over.
by Rebecca Foust
I was thirteen, and there was a boy’s mouth / where my legs met.
by Claire Scott
Suspended between lover and caregiver and not doing either / especially well.
by David Watts
I heard for the second time / the news of his heart transplant, / details like a post card from a foreign country
by Oak Morse
We were all one beautiful blend / of mama’s love. My brother, / the color of ecru, the other one / sepia, and me, ebony.
by Barbara P. Greenbaum
There is a woman in the booth next to us. / She looks at me as I remove my new hat.