"And these will suffice. Larch so lacy and golden
against a sky so high, so blue, so fresh, 
you can believe you’re flying."  

Remembering His Name
Janice Northerns

"Every message
is high school trite
until I come to one
from a boy named Gary,
which starts out usual
but ends with the truth"

"in this graveyard this close to her
           murdered bones I feel every bit
the weary object of every verb" 

Poems
S.R. Aichinger

"I’m tired of the told-you-so’s who say
             not to draw hearts in the flood plain."