Redshift 2020: Serena Eve Richardson
My daughter unwraps a toy ambulance.
It takes two AA batteries, lights
up and sounds a siren. The truck gets tucked
into bed with my child later that night.
Lightning The Way: Betsy Martin
At the pond the wind
makes gray goosebumps
that skim the skin of the water.
Unripe Plums: A.E. Schulz
Not the black
of the ripe plums with the honey flesh that I loved
to eat in the summer, always remembering
how the juice could drip onto the pages of a book
if I wasn’t careful.
A Gift: Hannah Jane Weber
every so often
on early-morning walks
before the sun opens the day . . .
Butterfly Garden: Serena Eve Richardson
There are too many bodies
in the butterfly garden at the zoo
Humans outnumber the blooms
consume awe like nectar
Bridges: W. Arnold Yasinski
Bridges always lead to something
more. Looking over the rail high
above the water scares me, so I do it
until fear and reticence turn to thrill.
Close: Hannah Jane Weber
“a plastic wind bonnet secures her hair
she wears lightweight gloves
and a long trench coat
that flutters against scrunched pantyhose
her husband walks slowly behind her
one mottled hand carefully shadowing her left elbow”