"and the queen alone evades the frost,
concealed in a fold of hickory bark, 
beyond the reach of ice or wind,
past any need of hope or knowing."

"I dreamt of horses
running on the beach
in snow, their manes
pale rhinestones"

The Piano Tuner Spits in His Hands
Daniel Daly

"Rippling below the skin is a river
of rhyme and counter-rhyme.
A river of no return."

Murals
Susan Land

"Two days later, crossing 23rd Street on a deliciously cool October morning, she feels young, or how young is rumored to feel: sexy, openhearted, unencumbered. In her actual youth, she’d done a lot of brooding—until a powerful yet cheerful pragmatism kicked in when she was 28 and pregnant and the unflappable biologist she’d married started having panic attacks."

The Container and the Contents
An Interview with Ava Cipri

"The content dictates the form; I do not have a preference. I am simply providing it with the best container; both are mutually mysterious and satisfying."