Spoils

Those who know when old
Is new again
Are the bareback riders
Before
The Age of Quartz –,
Who speak ‘if’
Spoken to –,
Yet curse
A purple sage – and
The future
Without
A face.

By Stefanie Bennett

Assisted Living/Clinomania

Enough graveyard shifts
make a cryptkeeper –
even out of those who save lives.

Visiting her at work,
we saw how they flocked
to her down embrace,

she gave her ears
to the brittle voices
that blistered palms

rolling the linoleum
to empty her pockets
each capsule of her time.

By Brandyn Johnson

Lady

What makes me hang delicious in your sight,
The attitude you spread across the room.
You decorate by presence and your tools,
You set me in a country priest's delight—
I remain your mortar board and broom,
Your modern one of metal and a grip,
Sitting there you talk and make a pose,
I sort my pieces and I float.

By Alan Blaustein

Spade

Call one one

and you’re honest

as the grain of oak,

or the heft of blade

in topsoil.

You lever the handle

not to strain the back.

This one, hecho

in Mexico January 07,

was mass produced

at lowest cost

to Truper, spade boss.

It does a good job,

and usually waits

by the fire pit.

A classic, its form

descends serviceable

to inter, or remove.

Originally,

it was a spoon.

By Michael Daley