Robert Cording – Outside the Door
—After Bonnard’s Dining Room in the Country
I am in Pierre Bonnard’s dining room
in Vernonnet, and I don’t want to leave.
It is commonplace and radiant.
The door fully open, both sides
Jeannine Hall Gailey – The Last Love Poem
I am obsolete as my ancestors, the Appalachian glass blowers,
provoking fire over and over to produce their artifacts.
the horoscope this morning
really put me on my guard,
sent the adrenalin coursing
through my veins,
Jason Schneiderman – Stories About Love / Wedding Poem for Ada & Lucas