Sophie Hall
I come back as a bluebird in a fallen nest by the gutter, fuzzy with
my own survival. I come back faceless,
objects I don’t recognize in my hands.
Daniel Romo
and when the new barista overflowed the pitcher
with scolding water and blamed it on
technical difficulties,
I ask if that’s deflection using humor or
lack of accountability.
Kanda Zinguri
things he has not been taught but knows,
makes him put us into his blackspot
as in the many ways he has drawn blood and simply walked away.
Grace Freedson Ribeiro
On the phone, fights
are quick because I swallow
in me what likes destruction.
J. (Jay) Aelick
I once ate the passionfruit
spiraling up your fence. That was
back in summer. Once,
there was a fence.
Once, there was summer.
John Davis
Nothing and certainly no one was singing a song
of themselves except maybe the garden stones
long before the garden was a garden and the twinge
of sweetness found Adam.