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: December 12, 2016

"The mind too, whirling, vectoring, reaching short but at least / reaching, rising, consigning--towards and towards."

— Graham, Jorie (b. 1950)

Date: December 12, 2016

" And perhaps he speaks / of the nature of light, or the coils in my mind"

— De la O, Marsha

Date: December 12, 2016

"tell me, Bird, how soul inhabits the place of fire, / how soul dwells there in its trembling?"

— De la O, Marsha

Date: 2016

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

— Galvin, James (b. May 8, 1951)

Date: February 27, 2017

"And I don't want to pray, but I can picture / the plants deepening right now into the soil, / wanting to live, so I lie down among them, / in my ripped pink tank top, filthy and covered / in sweat, among red burying beetles and dirt / that's been turned and turned like a problem / in the mind."

— Limón, Ada (b. March 28, 1976)