Poetry
by Rebecca Ellis.
“The way I remember it is different / from the way I dream it. / The memory, over years, / becomes rounded at the edges.”
by Cory Brown.
“To see how the snow blanketed the trees / along Taughannock Creek Road, I turned off / Route 96 this morning.”
by Cortney Davis.
“In the darkened room, vision dims. /
The doctor leans close, looks eye to eye; / his light invades my pupil’s rim.”
by Lindsay Wilson.
“Listen, dark one, as the sun sets, / the boxelder beetles come down / from the west wall to fly back…”
by Eileen Elizabeth Waggoner.
“Some of y’all pray to God / I pray to the yellow warblers / and their frail whistling / on wildfire winds…”
by Martha Serpas.
“we steal water when we make rain, the way / everything I have is from somewhere else, / from someone else, what I am…”
by Jennifer L. Knox.
“We are afraid / of junior high school students and the nauseating things / they say among their own kind…”