Tawni Waters
The night is blue and cool in Mexico. Outside, a naranja moon looms,
sliced by the slats of my shutters. It is Mary’s night.Ave Marias ring
in the stone streets just hours ago.
Four Poems from Sean F. Munro
Sean F. Munro
we can't tell if you give us ground
do you feed on us
no more wealth delta
levee levee stop that dancing
be silt and sand and rock
grind against bricks and shit tin shacks
Midnight Orchard
Luke Hankins
The moon like an eye
like the fruit like the moon
An eye like the fruit
like the moon like an eye
Three Poems from Ed Skoog
Ed Skoog
After they freed me from the wreckage
I saw the horse my truck had cleft
and to whom I imagined the job
had fallen to close a gate or mend
a fence that would have
kept the horse and me apart
Ascent, Monica Mankin. Photograph 2015
A Story I Remembered This Morning After Finding the Body Of A Lizard I Ran Over With The Big Can
Micah Chatterton
In the story, she’s skipping home from Sunday
school, her pretty, pressed Quaker dress gusting
against ribs, collarbone, her yellow hair a comet tail.
A moving spot, a tiny lizard on the sidewalk,
darts under her foot.