all my dreams / cost more than / whatever money / i ever had in my / life
How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
God may have created / the universe and all therein / But he never made any money off it
Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
by Jack D. HarveyYes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part, / revealing the Cuyahoga gushing below.
When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
I’m the Mad Sestina King. / Sestinas haunt me twenty-four hours a day. / People laugh, claim I’m a fool.
by Tammy OberhausenTuning up, a chord, a riff, / my grandfather plays / Freight Train, finger-thumb picking style, / and we three girls are on our feet.
She carries his taco tray, and folds up / his walker, leans it against the faux-brick / wall.
by Edison JenningsSee Naples and die, Johann Goethe wrote, / the deep-dish bay, smoke plumed Vesuvius, / the castle and the terraced hills
You know Frida Kahlo had one wide eyebrow / and a mustache, right? They helped define her beauty.
My grandparents know your / grandparents, that’s the size / of the town we were born / to work with.
You ask me, then / space out as I explain / the long & short / of the vowel “I.”