Haley Bossé

We watched it as it dripped away:
the whale. We watched

from the lip
of the precipice as it flowed

Erin Vosters

I don’t know how to do this yet: be something 

the sun could sing through. The admonishing old man 

and the kid asking questions; the woman 

who wanted more than she got. It’s my turn now 

Erin Vosters

My grandmother was said to levitate 

where the other mothers could see her 

wearing lipstick, red shoes,