- 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.
by Kim Addonizio: You’re lucky. It’s always them and not you.
- Getting Older
by Kim Addonizio: Sometimes what you remember is their voices again, / coming on inside you like strung lights in your blood,
by Carl Dennis: A city not on the list that Burton and I drew up
- In Possibility
by Peter Cooley: Even as a little one I know this darkness, / nameless. What I did not know: / it can be taught to speak.
- Immorality of Beauty
by Bruce Weigl: The river where Faith drowned. / The marks her desperate fingers / gouged into the muddy bank.