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).
by Lynn McGee
I cradle him, big kid curled like an infant, water rocking, / chlorine staunching his vivid knees, belly swollen, / legs blue.
by Andrew Hemmert
If the places you go become you, / you must account for the drive-through / liquor store housed in the old carwash.
by Katie Manning
“And you know what the raven says.”
by Katharyn Howd Machan
about his sadness. / About how the moon hung full / that morning, every morning
by Valentina Gnup
At sixty-one, I count and recount my remaining summers.
by Benjamin Cutler
After the final harvest, the forecast / called for freezing temperatures / and the end of this winsome world.
by Partridge Boswell
Blind to what tickles the delta of nerves there / you rub a humming with the back of your hand