Max Sessner

  SHADOWS   Now the shadows wander into the house they are like grandmothers who look back one more time before they leave us...
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Liz Marlow

Even Lenin did not hold / such power over his people // as I do with food.

Olga Pek

I retrace my steps, barefoot and diligent as a shipwreck

Carol Westberg

I’m not alone in my fear I’ll end up like my ex, / who fears his next wife will leave him, and she does.

Tyler Goldman

The smell of rain. / Or, then again, // the smell of an azalea. / Or the sea.

Michael Hettich

She folds a piece of typing paper / into a house. Let’s live here, she says

Lisa Alexander Baron

Last night I dreamed I held / a lost and rescued infant / from a kidnapper.

John McCullough

Some months all my thoughts are one colour. / I hit a yellow mood and the world pours out its yolks

Francesca Bell

Five years into your child’s illness, / when you can no longer conceive of life / without its dank presence, you see / a blanched sky bearing a trace of rose / and the moon, risen huge—

Douglas Nordfors

We've thought of how sunlight falls to the pavement / like rain, gathers in the gutters, slides toward the grates.

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