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.
by Renee Agatep
When she finally dies / she’ll meekly ask God why was it all / clattering highchairs, whiskers on stained sinks
by David Watts
At Jenner-by-the-Sea we scurry / over boulders to the place / where the breakers bear down
by Rebecca Foust
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard / and thyme picked outside our back door.
by Joseph Fasano
You sit at a window and listen to your father / crossing the dark grasses of the fields
by Roy Bentley
When Dave Wheeler fielded the hard one-hopper / to short, he fired the ball to Melvin White
by Jill Evans
In the cool morning, bright-hot now from his bath, / my child’s child leans into my lap
by Katie Tunning
I’m sorry for saying the heat death of the universe / when you asked what comforted me most
by Emily Bornstein
Don’t tell me there isn’t something pretty about you / (don’t tell me you don’t know it).