Strong Coffee – Anne Higgins
smells like a current
of warm southerly air
in the climate of dawn.
From Grace – Leonard Gontarek
I may force the soul into nakedness.
I may lead the soul around on a leash.
I may dress the soul in women’s underwear
Actually Very Simple – Jay Deshpande
He came back from halfway around the world like that,
tongue tied around him like a scarf. Everything set before him
set to bursting. The fear that what he’d seen—
what had been inside him—that one
clear note—now would slip away. He’d go back
to an electric life, stupid with administration.
How does one re-enter a calendar?
There is no consolation in the thought of God,
he said, slamming another nail
in another house another havoc had half-taken.
Grace is not consciousness, nor is it beyond.