by Chris Atkin
I decided a long time ago I wanted one tattoo. / A single image that screams of self, / meant to say all the things I cannot find the words for.
by B. Fulton Jennes
My neighbor, a widower, vows / that his house will be / so death-cleaned on his demise / that his daughter’s only worry / will be to return the library book / laid to rest on his nightstand.
by Claire Matturro
Checking out in a long line / my mind on what the hell / I’m fixing for supper / I notice the guy in front of / me has a gun strapped to his hip
by Bill Ratner
I’d be a baby without skin, a parrot / without a little soap-shaped food cake, / a truck driver out of a job.
by Roy Bentley
I was raised with religion, if you count my granny Potter / reading to me from The King James Bible
by Kathleen Rooney
This day could use the excitement of receiving a surprise package. Even better if that package reads THIS SIDE UP.
by Annette Sisson
Autumn crisps the tapering light, / oak pulls on its auburn duster.
by Scudder Parker
The peonies and gladiolas are more / seductive every fall.
by Angela Winsor
Say Bodark—for a pretty-leafed thing. / Hers are shiny, narrow, smoothed / curves.
by Molly Lanzarotta
The lover who decides to stay / understands—like you, standing too close on the train— / it’s all about the distance we keep, or give away.