Western Wind

by Anonymous

Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.

The Needy

by Tim Kahl

My son has learned there are some girls
to whom you cannot give a kitty and puppy valentine.
Afterward, the attachment becomes obsessive;
a whole week of recesses is ruined.

Days of Wet Orion

by Daniel Tiffany

The party starts in one hour.
Look for me under the tulip tree.

A little ship needs but a little sail.

Yellowish vertigo,
spout of angels,

raw rum
and sudden noons.

With directions worthy …

The Rape of Proserpina

by Amy Glynn

Figura serpentinata. Sure, it’s twisted
as all such stories are, but still
it’s moving, in a way.

They’re gods. What can you say?
Capricious, stony, an abyssal will
that cannot ever …

A Pre-War Ambience

by Brandon Youndt

Desert Sanctuary
tastefully demolished
refurbished  with steam shower
accommodates six
comfortably
amidst field of synthetic grass
fiber optic stars in a tile ceiling
walnut and steel walls.
The broker steams himself

Levitations

by Peter Jay Shippy

And all the loved ones troubling my home slipped
through an open window or maybe under

a wooden door the way leaves or white sheets
from a score may find ways …

In Memoriam

by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light:
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out …

A Year to Revere

As 2013 Draws to a Close, You Deserve Something Better Than Prose

by Sarah Rothbard

In between gift-giving and watching Oscar contenders,
Listening to Beyoncé and holiday party benders,
Zócalo took a break to take a look back in time,
To bid a fond farewell …

The Oxen

by Thomas Hardy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured …

The Sun Dial

by Adelaide Crapsey

Every day,
Every day,
Tell the hours
By their shadows,
By their shadows.

We can’t say anything

by Victoria Chang

We can’t say anything need the numbers need
            the blue paper that represents green
      paper that represents the field of poplars bi-monthly
                  to buy things DVDs DVRs RVs numbers

calculators in …

Thanksgiving

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

I never thought much of the folks who pray
 The Lord to make them thankful for a meal
Expecting Him to furnish all the food
And then provide them with …