A Poem by Julie Benesh is the one about passing time: those old movieswhere wind blows the calendar pages and clocksrun down; the commercials where kidsgrow up in an instant or morphinto their paunchy parents. But there’s that other poem that stops timelike a snapshot that is not your weddingor anything designated special. Just a…

A Poem by Chloe Bausano As the storm outside hits its stride I feelthat I am sitting inside of an inverse goldfishbowl. A pink, felt cowboy hat that I bought inTennessee watches me peer through the heavydroplets on the window, pressing me into this cocoon of peppermint tea, heavy blankets, andmemories. Days like this call…

A Poem by Anita Nahal Quietly awaiting my return. Arms crossed, kinda slouched, in grass blades drenched to their core, at the corner of where Arlington and DC shake hands. Puddles around me…tiny pools of hope glistening and swaying, grooving with drops that fall incessantly. Not the stormy kind. Enough to wet me, though leaving…