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Poems containing the words radiant, vexed, estuary, and splat.
Crime and Punishment
starts out well—two gals murdered with an axe—
but it goes on and on...
Gail White
You think you're filthy? You're not.
Erica Miriam Fabri
How did you live in your bones
on the farm, in the factory, making
barrels, babies, money, dinner?
Catherine Arra
Duet With Emily in the Key of U
A window view
like Emily's would have surveyed this green milieu
from above: file after file of silent blades, street and avenue
empty
Charles Weld
She weathered a war, a marriage,
four joint replacements,
a hundredth birthday, and the jokes
about extreme age.
Rachel Dacus
I wouldn't want to be late to work just because I was at home embalming my relatives…
Brad Rose
Did I mean the truth could
saunter through anytime and why
are we not watching?
Francine Witte
A dozen crescents glowed
on the pavement, unarrayed and dispersed
in the nebula of undefined leaves.
David Rosenthal
My lover tells me about car theft while I eat blueberries
He tells me about the time he was 17, high
on zoomers, Jack Daniels, god
knows what
Danielle Hubbard
Three Poems
(Spotlight Runner-Up!)
Clouds rock the sky, rocks cloud the sea.
Light is the will in the wave that lofts the raft of thee.
R. Nemo Hill
…it's not who they are, but what they are saying.
Laura Foley
You knew sadness by seeing it
in others. You had yet to feel your own chest
dip over a cliff
Gabriel Welsch
Please talk some sense into her
We waddle
like penguins to balance our steps. This makes
Winter laugh. She never fears falling because
she doesn't have bones...
Connie Wasem Scott
It's blanks and backstory, the bread-and-butter
of Southern gothics, how to explain a husband
with two families or a Pottsville girl with more
than one murderous lover.
Wendy Vardaman
Oh my body is a bottle
Of the good stuff
I've been saving
For a special occasion
Bradon Matthews
…the creature who first created this array
of words and letters, entirely by accident,
had no idea whatsoever it was making signs
that humans might in some way recognize.
Robert Schechter
