Poetry
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…”
by Linda Harris Dolan.
“after the pink peonies die, their heads droop, / petals begin their falling, but for days, days / the flower-heads remain mostly intact…”
by Jeanette Clough.
“I am surrounded by streets / half dark, half lit, by high rises / sheathed in metal and glass…”