|Seder in Prison
||by I. Halpern|
we tried to depart from Egypt with every breath
behind us stood guards with ammo belts to hold up their pants
we are poets and murderers with more crime behind us than usual...
||by Leo Vanderpot|
Paul lives between black and white.
He's not the boy he was
when life was edges,
parallel lines with no depth...
||by Sarah Brown Weitzman|
To amuse me and my little brothers
he'd whistle his pungent breath into the narrow opening
of his bottle when it was almost empty...
|A Failure of Intelligence
||by Kake Huck|
She pulls thin cotton over
nipples dark with henna,
checks a pimple on her chin
in shining bronze.
||by Elaine Verdill|
Night sky without stars
without stars and wind that's
rimmed dark and blue...