Dennis Hinrichsen

Dennis Hinrichsen

Poem of Mercy No one poem is enough. Noone poem contains the mercyI seek, the forgiveness. There are nowords that can approachthe tufts of fine black hairon the backs of doctor’s handsas he dialed my home that nightfrom one of the side rooms,then choked, looking...

Joan Colby

Conservation I write to you on the stationeryof the chairman of the board of a defunct company.Tell you how I’m tryingto assemble my life with the simple logicof electronic components. Everythingcomes apart in my hands, I can’tcomprehend schematics. What...
Lynne Cawood Howard

Lynne Cawood Howard

In 1982, Lynne Cawood Howard wrote the perfect coronavirus poem. The Miner’s Son My father died in his fortieth winterwhen the black scars that were his lungsgave in with one final breath.Though I have not reached thirty, I wake up coughing and hear the rattle...

Joe Bolton

Days of Summer Gone It’s too late to go back to that apartmentIn Bowling Green, Kentucky, where we slept togetherSo many nights. I wonder if whoever lives there nowAnd fucks in that bed ever wonders about us? If memory’s any good gauge, the placeMust be...