Kim Roberts – Pomology
I will eat the apple
read Stephen’s note this morning.
He is volunteering to play Eve.
A violet light addressed the snow
(impressed, caressed, suggests)—
this memory brought to you
by a boy in ‘belled jeans’
shifting foot to foot, impatient
to be off again. I believe
Maryann Corbett – Concourse
And now, —presto-the way dreams change, abruptly—
the mood brightens. What did you just survive?
The crush of lost souls on the bank of Styx?
After the white balloons were swept away
on the wind that had swallowed
most of our vows, after the embraces
and tears, the flung rose petals,