It is the morning of the world
I want to tell you about,
my world of east Tennessee red clay
and crabgrass in its spiky rosette patches,
-Oak Ridge, Tennessee, 1947 by Robin Chapman on the Proximity Magazine website.
I will curve my claws into paintbrushes
and carve my revenge into the souls
of those who wrong me.
I abstain from forgiveness
of grave accidents. Neither Diego nor God
shall escape me.
-Crow Mother (for Frida Kahlo) by Linda Rodriguez on The Pedestal Magazine website.
A wire fence framed the Mooney’s yard
more to keep in than to keep out.
I loved the little girl, even her retarded
brother spooning muddy water from a wagon.
Howdy was a song
I’d croon to their snarling white dog.
-Hidden Things by James Haug on the Turnrow website.