by Katie Bickham
Glory to the Delta, the unraveling
thrown open river,
the godriver

by Matthew Brown
They swell when you put them in your mouth,
fresh from picking, all cool sweet flame of taste
and the rest water.

by Joshua Polk
See how we connect. We spill our wine
on hardwood, not on carpet.

by Wynne Huddleston
We planned to run away, but never did. I
lived as a hermit in a new brick house full
of doors, sisters that shut me out, a nagging
mom who did everything, and a dad
who was miles away at work, or at home
booming, Don’t do this! or Why did you do

by Barry North
Death could not touch your legacy.
Like a black crow flying across green trees
it could no nothing but enhance your beauty.