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).
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