“Broken Wing,” “No donations here,” and “White Walls”
CM Pickard
Hopelessness—caked in dirt
and tossed aside,
like the bird
with a broken wing
and tossed aside,
like the bird
with a broken wing
Poetry
“Sonnet for Interesting Times,” “Mutual Observation,” and “The Meantime”
Julie Benesh
You may wonder who will reach
down to perform the necessary miracle,
and when and what: the white bandage,
pristine; the laying on of hands; the soup
and sleep and bread and bed.
down to perform the necessary miracle,
and when and what: the white bandage,
pristine; the laying on of hands; the soup
and sleep and bread and bed.
“What Stays,” “Elfie’s Other Life,” and “Crow‘s Message”
Malcolm Glass
This morning I woke to slow rain,
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.
“A Swan,” “Lips,” “I Saw You Crying”
Ramiro Valdes
A swan,
His neck a staircase into
The white clouds,
Wings, oars
Of silk,
Toiling
Against
The waves of
Water…
His neck a staircase into
The white clouds,
Wings, oars
Of silk,
Toiling
Against
The waves of
Water…
“The Room Next Door” and “Bright Red Gloves”
Eleanor Krauss
The first time Elizabeth jumped, James was on the ground with a tarp; /
they were in different worlds and the two had never met.
“No one understands me,” Elizabeth said. She was lying / on the floor of her pink-striped bedroom and was talking to the ceiling.
“No one understands me,” Elizabeth said. She was lying / on the floor of her pink-striped bedroom and was talking to the ceiling.
“Impatient,” “Last Week,” and “Now It Is a Requiem”
Eric Lunde
Leaving the hospital, she said:
“Today, everyone looks like something I ate.”
Right now? I asked, scanning the parking lot.
“Yes. And everyone throughout my life.”
I thought so. Most of the meat
Loaf I digested resembled
My eighth-grade class.
“Today, everyone looks like something I ate.”
Right now? I asked, scanning the parking lot.
“Yes. And everyone throughout my life.”
I thought so. Most of the meat
Loaf I digested resembled
My eighth-grade class.
Poetry
“Broken Wing,” “No donations here,” and “White Walls”
CM Pickard
Hopelessness—caked in dirt
and tossed aside,
like the bird
with a broken wing
and tossed aside,
like the bird
with a broken wing
“Sonnet for Interesting Times,” “Mutual Observation,” and “The Meantime”
Julie Benesh
You may wonder who will reach
down to perform the necessary miracle,
and when and what: the white bandage,
pristine; the laying on of hands; the soup
and sleep and bread and bed.
down to perform the necessary miracle,
and when and what: the white bandage,
pristine; the laying on of hands; the soup
and sleep and bread and bed.
“What Stays,” “Elfie’s Other Life,” and “Crow‘s Message”
Malcolm Glass
This morning I woke to slow rain,
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.
and remembered waking with you
sprawled across my bed in a toccata
of bones muscles skin and breath.
“A Swan,” “Lips,” “I Saw You Crying”
Ramiro Valdes
A swan,
His neck a staircase into
The white clouds,
Wings, oars
Of silk,
Toiling
Against
The waves of
Water…
His neck a staircase into
The white clouds,
Wings, oars
Of silk,
Toiling
Against
The waves of
Water…
“The Room Next Door” and “Bright Red Gloves”
Eleanor Krauss
The first time Elizabeth jumped, James was on the ground with a tarp; /
they were in different worlds and the two had never met.
“No one understands me,” Elizabeth said. She was lying / on the floor of her pink-striped bedroom and was talking to the ceiling.
“No one understands me,” Elizabeth said. She was lying / on the floor of her pink-striped bedroom and was talking to the ceiling.
“Impatient,” “Last Week,” and “Now It Is a Requiem”
Eric Lunde
Leaving the hospital, she said:
“Today, everyone looks like something I ate.”
Right now? I asked, scanning the parking lot.
“Yes. And everyone throughout my life.”
I thought so. Most of the meat
Loaf I digested resembled
My eighth-grade class.
“Today, everyone looks like something I ate.”
Right now? I asked, scanning the parking lot.
“Yes. And everyone throughout my life.”
I thought so. Most of the meat
Loaf I digested resembled
My eighth-grade class.