by Carmen Fought
When I listen for your heart / I listen with my hands, / I listen with a hand on your chest
by Laura Ruby
People ask how I feel these days but / my tongue is both too sharp and too tender.
by Chris Atkin
If I ever have a daughter I hope she knows / that even though her father’s bones / are made of mountains, in these hands / she will find nothing but softness
by Sarah Freligh
My mother is crying again, and we’re laughing / at her because we know nothing of loss and its sad math
by Cecil Morris
I was her second-chance, replacement dad, / a do-over daddy meant to keep her safe
by Terry Trowbridge
The shortest unit of time in my life / was the space between undoing one shoelace / and about to undo the other.
by Sheree La Puma
Give me silence & sadness, a taste of citrus swallowed after a shot, something bitter like daughters who have parted ways.
by Hayden Saunier
I fell in love with a field of rye. / It happened this spring for the first time and I am not young.
by Ellen Romano
My mother has asked me if I see / wild animals around town. / She moves in and out of lucidity
by Justin Hunt
Pollen dusts our yard. The oaks, heavy / with seed, rake the past from wind, / and an old friend’s voice comes to me