Tent Shaker Voice
by Charles Plymell It was the voice of the Game Lord only heard when you know it at the intersection where ancient people walked the four
Lust
by Joanna McClure I long to give this body — Not to science, not to the fire. I long to be given, whole For the fish in the sea to nibble away. I
Engraving for Lawrence
by Joanna McClure Like your engraving — I stand Behind, to one side of, The long open door. Outside, night light Makes a Palmer sky From black
A Memory
by Joanna McClure Flies buzz Dry dust Hot bright sun The taste of canned milk The smell of pines Mothers move around a wood stove.
Metaphor
by Joanna McClure The tsunami Seen from a hillside video camera Advances slowly, serenely Carrying trucks, houses, trees, trash. While in frame
Soneto Cubano
by Joe Richey Cuba, I tried to explain, is not just a place where six square walls reside. Eleven million people raised on revolution live there