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)

Date: 2017

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

— Killian, Kevin (b. 1952)

Date: 2017

"There was a snowstorm that lasted three days / and a cavern of monochrome memory"

— Burt, Stephanie