Gary Fincke: Anniversary
“Gary, just you wait,”
My mother promised me ten thousand times,
And I did until this moment, saying
That I’ve woken, love, to some happiness
Sandy Solomon: Metaphoric
Like leaves to sun, people in the room turned
toward her when she appeared at the door—
plain as metaphor—beaming.
Elizabeth Romero: Happiness
I live in a pink truck at the edge of the sky.
Rachel Hadas: That Patch of Warmth
August. Midday. Look up: flawless sky
until a cloud sprouts; sidles; suddenly
blots out the sun. Wind troubles the trees
Wendy Mnookin: Celebration
I’ll fill my wedding vase
with deep-veined lilies, harlot asters,
pollen will dust the table
where I mass them every week.
Michael Simms: Nigel
I’ve been reading an obituary
About Nigel
The lonely gannet of Mana Island
Who fell in love
With a concrete statue
Dawn Potter: Average Land
Even a person like you, paddling away in your outrigger canoe, counting strokes and plotting interviews with fans (or, contrariwise, splitting your proud bow on a sharp rock and girding … Continue reading