Three Poems
the first time we met, you
slid into my palm like a tired
fish, the skin scaly and dazed,
small and dry.
Anne Pepper

 

Two Poems
My young neighbor walks down his long driveway,
his figure dim in the April dusk.
Kathleen Carbone

 

Two Poems
Hold your breath
and ride the river
to some lush green land
far from here
Laura Yeackel

 

Prairie Tongue
I speak a prairie language
an expanse of rippling grass
fickle in the stroking tongue of wind
Desiree Peterson

 

Monday Morning (Downtown)
Watch the shadow puppets and the dancing girls
downtown on the bus w/ their lunch buckets.
Alex Stolis

 

the english major
Darling, compared to your obvious intellect,
Grendel seems an Einstein; your unpracticed
words and wit have won no bed with me tonight
Travis Talley

 

Drizzle
Rain bounces between
yellow veins of roads
Francis Raven

 

Two Poems
In the afternoon we make love,
A chair jimmied against the bedroom door,
Blocking small voices from our sweet flow
Claire Cowan-Barbetti

 

Wonderland
We used to make love mad-hatterly
on magical manic nights when
the sliver moon stabbed the sky
Jody Amaya