Aimee Nezhukumatathil – Summer Haibun
To everything, there is a season of parrots. Instead of feathers, we searched the sky for meteors on our last night. Salamanders use the stars to find their way home. Who knew they could see that far, fix the tiny beads of their eyes on distant arrangements
Laura Kasischke – Pandora’s Cellar
Who canned her summer peaches
in her own tears. Fruit
made of daylight, shelved
in a cellar for thirty years.
Raymond McDaniel – Decimation
But it was really a lot of time in either a library or
sometimes I would walk out of the library and into the ocean,
they were that close.
Great-Grandmother Murphy was a proud woman.
She came from a well-to-do family that had con-
nections back east. She had presence and bearing.
Great-Grandpa Murphy was an Irishman of dubi-