Swimming with Swans by Katrin Talbot
Not always a/ question of grace,/ endurance// More often, a/ song of float/ and preen// And you, become
Mango moon by Yana Kane
Mmmm – mmmm!/ Mango moon/ Growing, ripening./ Soon, soon/ it will rise sweet,/ it will rise full,/ heavy with
Night by Cecilia Yang
A quiet hoot rings through the wood/ The flutter of wings under darkness’s hood/ Small animals creep
Feathers by Nolan Dannels
they cut off my wings/ to count the feathers/ like they were tree rings/ I'd like to know the number/ I wonder if
Somewhere Else by John Drudge
Walking the banks/ Along the river/ Waiting for life to begin/ Looking for something else/ To survive the strain
Splash by Daniel Edward Moore
Walking in the shimmering rain/ of you, leaving the past/ in Doc Marten boots,// blue, as puddles that held
Preservation by Meghan Elizabeth Kelley
It’s important to collect something,/ my grandmother says,/ as she rinses the top of the tomato can/ from her
time by Tane Kim
the minute hand of a clock/ how threatening its presence/ moving in a sweeping motion/ disturbing the calm
Resurrecting hope by Abha Das Sarma
A butterfly floats over a wild ensemble of periwinkle/ Shy red, pink and lying orange/ Painting them a sacred white
Frost by Morgan Boyer
snow-crested rooftops/ are like the sugar-cookie icing/ of architecture. They/ are a root bleached
The Hand that Stops Time by Katrenia G. Busch
Time was measured/ Each moment in—balance/ Fate then answered/ What exists in the futures absence?// Time
Ten Years Old Again by Michael De Rosa
Walking, to cross a stream/ I see a narrow plank bridge./ My eyes light up/ ten years old again./ I smile as I stride
The Authority of Road Signs by Ashley Crout
Yield. Cross traffic does not stop./ Notice that you, nucleus of your vehicle,/ are not priority here, out of
Horse Whip by Sharon Waller Knutson
It cracks through the air/ like an electric jolt,/ the hiss of a rattlesnake,/ the scream of a cougar./ He is out there again
Certificate by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
She showed me her certificate,/ was most proud.// I'm not sure what it said she could do/ that she could not before
clouds by Lisa Molina
orange yellow clouds over/ the west Texas prairie are/ antlers of sacrificial bucks/ resting in peace while
Early Memories by Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya
you won't remember/ how you were freezing/ the first night home from the hospital;/ you won't remember/ how all
Astrophysics for 5-Year-Olds by Gene Goldfarb
She took a seat on the ottoman/ sort of first bouncing on it first/ eager to listen from a comfy perch/ so I started
while hiking the big hill by Annie Powell Stone
“can you touch sky yet?” he asks from behind/ “no,” I report back/ (I stretch up anyway and it feels delicious)
At the Drumlin Pond by Marianne Szlyk
Barefoot, I follow the black cat/ to the pond. Like his paws,/ my feet read the ground: wet grass;/ rough rocks, gifts
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