Cosmos —Carolyn Williams-Noren
They were blooming by the fence.
Two shades of pink—
one storm, one sea,
both with yellow centers
and petals wrinkled from
their bud life.
I placed them short-stemmed in a glass.
Underwater, petals
hold up.
They turn the water into glass.
It’s raining, gutter spatter and tree drip
and waves of rain.
In the distance, a car alarm. The dishwasher
churning away and
everyone must be upstairs. It’s been quiet
at this table for a long time.
My Thumb Instead of a Grapefruit
Winter: blade sharper than ever,
sun in palm,
board solid as always.
The cut a high, electric sing—
little door to the red world. Little door
to the land where it ends.
Snow, and a mansion
built of hula hoops and plywood.
Walls warm, my children
not lost at all. Sea
of time. Fruit
brought from far—
into this house, ten to a bag.
And now a door
to let in the sting.
David Axelrod
Devon Balwit
Hugh Behm-Steinberg
Erika Brumett
Jennifer Bullis
Lauren Camp
Greg Casale
Laura Da'
Denise Duhamel
Alejandro Escudé
Jeff Ewing
Michael Hettich
Dennis Hinrichsen
Safia Jama
Eleanor Kedney
Kasandra Larsen
Patrick T. Reardon
Matthew Schnirman
Maureen Seaton
Jeffrey Skinner
J.R. Solonche
Carolyn Williams-Noren