Carl Phillips: Darkening, Brightening
a game, something someone / played, once.
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Laura Da’: “Mississippi Panorama”
“baptized in loose silt / of Mississippi relish”
Ari Banias: “Authentic City”
“the sky slowly clearing, but clearing to what”
Brigit Pegeen Kelly: “Lost in the Peaceable Kingdom”
My mind / Is like the harp strings, with a breeze blowing always / And no rest in sight.
DONALD HALL The Factory
That the belts move / among grease
Ocean Vuong Color Scheme
Like all captured life / this one fails / to reveal the picture.
KEVIN YOUNG On Being Blind
We all quit dancing / To look.
Cody Walker: “A Mad Gardener’s Half Dozen”
The form itself gives me hope.
WILLIAM STAFFORD
Light, and My Sudden Face
In the night I strike a match, / one little glory, a flame / the world surrounds
KAREN AN-HWEI LEE Say If Not a Moon
Eye without an iris / observes a faded world