- The Swan in the Deck of Fortunes
by Holly Prado: death: one clear tone through wood. / here’s the apple tree my family left,
- One Ritual I’ve been Asked to Do
by Holly Prado: this bird: its thread of green spins / healthily right through the tree’s / large taking-in of sun.
- Yard Work
by Sarah Maclay: I’ll clear the old, putrid fruit, / the carcasses of bees where oranges have fallen
by Jeff Halbert: Before the first scratch of light, / I lace my shoes & stretch
- Name That Tune
by Terese Svoboda: Twice, like plants left in her care, / they die. Now what she’s holding is / as large as both husbands’,
- Fruits of the World
by Gary Soto: Just before lunch, and just because, / My mother brought a belt across my legs.
- The First French Kiss
by W.D. Ehrhart: I’ve forgotten the pain / of being fifteen and alone
- Lost Love
by Gregory Djanikian: Someone is walking up and down the street / crying “My lost love, my lost love!” / without shame or consolation.
- Casino Night
by Susan Wheeler: All the matches are printed “Hook’s Casino.”
- The Woodchuck
by Susan Wheeler: The walls of the cabin were damp with rain. / The honeworts at the door were sotted with scent.