Five Houses Down by Christian Wiman I loved his ten demented chickens and the hell-eyed dog, the mailbox shaped like a huge green gun. I
Thanksgiving by Linda McCarriston Every year we call it down upon ourselves, the chaos of the day before the occasion, the morning before the meal.
Pinecones in the Green, Green Grass by Amy Poland On Thursdays I mow my parent’s lawn. My mother warns me not to hit pinecones with
Haiku of a Day by Jose Tablada 1 Tender willow, almost gold, almost amber, almost light… 2 The geese on their clay trumpets sound false
Peach Cobbler By: Zedeka Poindexter Some families have parables about their history They can spin loving tales about where they came from We, we make
SAINT THERESA by Juan Gelman and with many birds and their songs in the / highest part of the mind or head / and rumblings
On the Way to the Airport by Donna Spector You’re speeding me down the Ventura freeway in your battered Scout, patched since your angry crash
thorn-stomach by Shannon Baker thorn-stomach, struggling, torn the treble out of the tune. quillfeathers, your ankles peeking up from the center of the floor, legweeds.
Classic Toy by Mary Brown The plastic army men are always green. They’re caught in awkward poses, one arm outstretched as if to fire, legs
Derrida in the Garden by Dennis Held Stumped by the carrot’s rank and literal orange, The frilly green top billowing like silk Blouses as he