- Moan of the Mirror (Ahe Ayeneh)
by H.E. Sayeh: Digging in the pit, / her family knew it was her / by her long hair.
- The Lights Are Coming On in a Small Industrial City
by James Grinwis: The moon drops into a slashed and decaying porcupine.
- A Painting of Grey Seas
by Fred Ostrander: The children stand in the door. Their shadows reach inward / Across the floor.
- How It Is New
by Afaa M. Weaver: At night the garden sleeps and changes itself, / adds new lines to a path, uncovers a small stone well,
- The Snow Outside
by Morton Marcus: The snow lies down / in the dark woods.
by Matthew Spireng: The last time the plane I was on / flew into the side of a mountain
- Questions and Answers
by Cirilo F. Bautista: Don’t you know that a mountain is nothing but smoke?
by Emily Lupita Plum: I used to have dreams / of the route you’d take / to leave.
- You Are Walking Circles in the Desert
by Brady Rhoades: What a shame, you said, holding a match to the bed, / which dissolved like a woman in heat,
by Christopher Cunningham: The dogwood whispers / into bloom, white cross blossoms