Rachel Wtzsteon resists Dorothy Parker : Algonquin Afterthoughts
Bob Hicok : Feeling the draft + some lines:
my breath was the quiet yessing/ of tall grass
the play was messy and tangible and full/ of the etceteras I am full of
A short poem on love by Eleanor Ross Taylor : Vita
Joel Brouwer : Lines on Marriage
Peter Spagnuolo : Her Scar + some lines
A goatherd sings, slings a Kalashnikov:
the godhead mute since looters hacked it off.
Some lines from Dean Young :
the last polar bear sat
on his shrinking berg thinking
I have been vicious but my soul is pure.
Soon, my shoes will be part of the populous dirt.
I can walk by the sea holding a hand
with as much melancholy as the next fellow