“Gender Bias” and “The Oak Trees Have Seen Everything”Tori Grant Welhouse
Teachers pat me like a loaf
especially the chalk-dusted
I learn early who has authority
Behaving is more important
than the Theory of Relativity
The length of my hems a critical topic
“I Lost My Faith in God When I Was Nine Years Old” and “Longing”Amyen Fielding
whispers the woman sitting next to me.
I’ve seen her here before–drinking alone,
her skin heavy with loss.
This close, the taste of her regret is pungent,
and is swallowed with each sip of my vodka-tonic.
“Birds of Prey” and “San Pedro, Los Angeles County”Angela Gaito-Lagnese
I was nine. My parents came home hollow from the hospital.
My mother sobbed in wild animal cries, violent splotches
of purple spread from under her skin, her chest
her cheekbones tainted; my father silent
slumped in his easy chair, his neck gray-yellow
half of his face buried in clenched raw knuckles.
“Eclipse”Debra Groves Harman
My love and I drive south
For seven minutes of darkness.
During solar eclipse, the sun proposes,
A sparkling rim and white-hot stone,
We drive for margaritas, the blue Pacific,
to make love when Orion rises...
“Gather at Colvos Passage” and “Legacy”Vina Mogg
In summer months
sun and moon rise from the same spot,
a point northeast of my porch, the place I welcome morning.
“Sky Too Large to Know,” “Habitability” and “Once More Crouching”Keith Moul
A hawk rises on a prairie thermal,
its diminishing black shadow below,
its eye wed in magic to a single spot.
I step in to feel promptly like the prey,
wobbly with hypnosis by gazing above
me, a disfavored adversary to a predator.