Language: English

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.

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,