Date: 2012

"Once, borracho, at breakfast, / he said: The heart can only be broken / / once, like a window."

— Corral, Eduardo C.

Date: March, 2014

"my good mother, // her mind     a trail of crumbs / in a woods flocked with birds."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"Culture: a kind of knife: / cuts one way     opens / your brain to a certain / breed of light     shaves / consciousness to its // purpose, its cross."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"Memory, / a jar of flies. Spin off the lid."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: March, 2014

"O, bold, / bare legs of women / upon which my soul beads / like sweat."

— Seibles, Tim (b. 1955)

Date: 2015

"It's never really dark
anyway, not even inside the skull"

— Young, Dean (b. 1955)

Date: 2015

"And yes, mortal knells / in sleepless hours, hollow knocks of empty / boats against a dock but still the mind / is a meadow, the heart an ocean even though / it burns."

— Young, Dean (b. 1955)

Date: 2016

"You were one of them, / weren't you, with death / itching in the brain like a cloud of midges?"

— Guest, Paul

Date: 2016

"I wake between tectonic plates that hurt. / I have five faults, called senses."

— Galvin, James (b. May 8, 1951)

Date: 2017

"His cradle a sheet under his belly, his butt like tongs, my mind a salad."

— Killian, Kevin (b. 1952)