Keep Going, I Guess by CL Bledsoe
If I stop, I’ll fall asleep: this is the secret / to adulthood nobody tells us. So much / of life is about
Salmon by Mike Dillon
The salmon dying in the woods stopped him. / And the blackened fruit of it on the mudbank / beside
Before it Was on the Day by Paul Dickey
When did it first happen? / Surely if we had known in time, / we would have woven / the garden flowers
Blue Predominance by Vyarka Kozareva
The bird/ With unprobed rock specks in its beak/ Has blue eyes, blue horizons, blue thirst.
The Hummingbird by Rhonda Brown
Swiftest things that run the world,/ Hums and beats, their wings unfurled./ Hummingbirds need
The Moth by Nic Arico
As I leaned / against the lamp post / watching her window, / I thought about all the ways we were closed off
Father by Mary McGinnis
he was like a tree / tall and distant from me / clothed in roughness // like a juniper / with a cactus growing
The Heron by Bracha K. Sharp
We go back to the pond/ And still he is there,// Standing on the jagged stonesSurrounding the edge of the
Homecoming by Teresa McLamb Blackmon
A front porch offers an artist’s view / of Canada geese. // The geese return every year, unannounced
Ephemera by Rebecca Dempsey
Constellated droplets / cling to a slender gum leaf. / Time stands for their togetherness / a moment only
Winter Blooms by Natasha Bredle
Snails have infested my garden. / They are preparing for the winter storms / By suckling dandelion
Andean Sunset by Lorraine Caputo
Grey clouds swift on an unfelt wind / stained by the fuchsia-gold light / of the sun resting beyond the sierra
For Khione by Shelly Jones
Did Eumolpus cry, his infantile / lungs constricted by the icy / waters when his mother flung him
Autumn With Dog by Gregory Luce
Some say autumn’s not/ the season of dying/ but rather of life renewing—/ to be honest, I just
Swallows by Molly Wadzeck Kraus
It’s not the swallow’s fault your head hurts / Nature finds its payback in the / Eaves and framework of
Cherry by Karol Nielsen
I wait all year to see blossoms on the cherry tree below my window. They begin as small green buds in
Uncharted by John Spiegel
A compass is a rose is a flower./ Bees are dying, but so are people.// The more I live, the less I know
Wall by Katrina Kaye
It changed/ slowly at/ first,a scratch,/ a crumble,// thenchipped stone/ fell. Thenrot grew/ darker. Then
How the Hummingbird Came to Be by Matthew Friday
Something was missing from Creation./ Almost all extremes had been explored,/ but imagination still
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