“My Father Always Told Me” Heather Drouse
At the tree line through the field of soy//off from the highway,//deer gather in the safety of the dark;
“Teach Me How To Dream” Chance O’Neal
Fold the letter in half//To make the body.//Each side must be bent opposite the other.
“Jump Rope” Halie Brown
A mouth full of cotton.//Venom-soaked fiber.//He slipped through the grass, the rocks and plastic.
“The Gamble” Halie Brown
And on the 8th day,//God said://“Let everything be lost,”
“My Father” Grace Wommack
A rough hand on a soft cheek//Where would I be//Nowhere
“Saigon Syndrome” Gabrielle Vatthanatham
Seemanyeet was a dangerous woman born betwixt and between the fine line of a land neither here//nor there: and anywhere she might run to would always be fought over.