Alison Hawthorne Deming
Joan Gibb Engel
Robert Yerachmiel Snyderman
Joshua Marie Wilkinson
Emma Lyree Zubrod
Slow Christmas —Joshua Marie Wilkinson
Said the weather, long in the making,
a wind to formulate another breaker
of trucks and mad crimson.
I could see the cop lights in the snow.
I ran aground with you.
Each thin membrane of this life is
a fealty, a decompensation, or an ogre
of a banishment.
Let us forgive ourselves something.
As to what, wait on the wind, long yet
in its orange formation.