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.
by Len Roberts: My son out in the dark / picking the last / tomatoes and peppers
- The Final Cause is not Power but Consciousness, Says Anaxagoras
by Frank Stewart: This year there is not enough rain, the smallest pond / is deepest and holds its burden well.
- The Unexpressed
by Wanda Coleman: One looks and looks from behind the door / the dark child frightened by daylight.
- Cry No Longer
by Giuseppe Ungaretti: Cease to murder the dead, / Cry no longer, do not cry out
- Spiritual Distress
by Hédi Kaddour: Damn the almanac-makers who leave you / stuck between debts and death