Changes
by Harriet Sohmers Zwerling Now that I cannot do it alone, my tall son leads me into the chilly waters of the bay where I float above the jagged
I Am Absent, But Deep In This Absence—after a line by Juana de Ibarbourou
by Leslie Ullman a prickling like tiny, almost downy cactus thorns that work their way through leather gloves sometimes settles at the
Precarious
by Leslie Ullman Balance in moving parts: the rider spurring her horse on a straightaway before she remembers to reach down and tighten the girth