Bethany Reid

What She Memorized for the Test

Not the quadratic equation
but the need

for things to add up
and not the tangent, not

the isosceles triangle,
but the way all angles

lean into what becomes:
bundles of hypotenuses,

factors and powers,
the heron flying,

drawing a line
across your circumference of sky.


Bethany Reid walks her dog, drinks lots of coffee, and writes one-sentence poems and other stuff in Edmonds, Washington.


 

Steve Klepetar

Cities of the Plain

You peer back toward the cities of the plain
where you smell the smoke
of their burning, watch white ash fall among pines


Steve Klepetar plans to watch the presidential election returns with a towel over his head. (We are planning to spend election night just staring at the towel on Steven’s head.–The Eds.)


 

Norman Cristofoli

Koan

Each moment,
the same sun
rises on one soul,
sets on another.


Norman Cristofoli has published several chapbooks and CDs of poetry/prose and was the publisher of the Labour of Love literary magazine and his play “The Pub” was recently published with CanamBooks.


 

Fredric Koeppel

Rest

It’s a wonder how much dirt
comes out of a shallow grave,
making a bed softer than
many you slept in
when the last thing on your mind
was waking up again.


Fredric Koeppel lives in Memphis and had a poem in Right Hand Pointing once.


 

Claudia Serea

April

On a cloudy day,
the angel goes to the toolshed
where, neatly stacked, he keeps on shelves
surgical instruments,
wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers,
oil cans, gauze, rope,
glass bottles with acid,
crystals, formol, fragrances,
and jars with nails
and soaps,

picks the steel canister labeled “Life,”
and sprays the dirt in the front yard
green.


Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, most recently Twoxism, a collaboration with photographer Maria Haro (8th House Publishing, 2018).


 

Claudia Serea

Summer in October

You know I was late for work
on the warmest day of the week

because I shaved,
showered,

and slipped into a summer dress
for the last time this year,

loving how it swooshed
and clung to my skin.


Claudia Serea’s poems have appeared in Field, New Letters, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere. She has published five poetry collections, most recently Twoxism, a collaboration with photographer Maria Haro (8th House Publishing, 2018).