Your Husband was a City in a Country of Sorrow
by Didi Jackson Your husband was a city in a country of sorrow. You wanted a door, you climbed a wall instead. As some trees stay green all year,
Ode to Mt. Philo
by Major Jackson After avocado–colored inclines, after dawdling ascents over fern & foliage, after long trillium gazes and careful
Inscription
by Major Jackson Five gold wash crystal pearls on a wrist. Her seraph–skin glistening when a spigot is turned off in the apartment next
Sentiment
by G. H. Smith What was it, muse, you so desperately wanted me to say? You tried everything to no avail. Even now steeped in well–earned
Disambiguation
by G. H. Smith The time has come to put away childish things. You laugh, but when were we ever punctual? Look, the ferry is engaged in foreplay
What Happened to Mrs. McNair?
by Kevin Sweeney I blame myself. My overwrought wise–guy persona can’t resist a good joke, so when a new family buys the big house on