Skating With Jupiter for Agha Shahid Ali
by Douglas “Woody” Woodsum Something there is that loves mitten – piercing cold in the quiet heart of midwinter. The sun sinks. Early
When Paper Weeps
by Lorri Centineo You wrote, “The world is full of paper.” And purple ink. O Kasmiri, Did Shakespeare pull your magic to midsummer nights? Fae
Little Elegy
by Susie Meserve I think of you like ball – peen hammers, tapping a hall of mirrors. Like the foghorn on a clear day. (Is death abrupt,