Poems from FUTURE LIBRARY, by Patrick Lawler
In these incantatory movements, / everything is on the verge of kindling
Tu B’shvat, by Adina Kopinsky
How is it that spring comes / early to January, green film / feathering the still-wet rocks
A Landscape, Stephen Kuusisto
November and the tiny bones / Call for directions.
Interview with Stephen Kuusisto
"You go back to the roots and then what comes out of that experience is shocking, it’s beautiful. And it rarely disappoints me if I approach things like that."
Five Poems, Stephen Kuusisto
They speak of god along with cloud-esteem, sheep watching, plenty of softness.
Five Poems, Joyce Sutphen
and by the end of the season we had / enough cash to make it down to Berkeley
Composition for Distant Sound, Ken L. Walker
These meanings make a map, / remain quiet, anticipate the construction
Three Poems, Georgia A. Popoff
For a moment / the worm dazzled in the spotlight / before finding a small crack leading to tunnel,
One Poem, J.D. Ho
I was the first to be known in this way.
One Poem, Cesca Janece Waterfield
Its roots scooped down below the well, and sprawled / in a web like the human nervous system ...