Heidi Beck

      Self-Portrait as Road Runner You with your elaborate schemes of entrapment, your hunting parties, moonshine and shot-gun weddings, your Sunday-school socials for girls to glue bird seed and pasta on prayer plaques, sew aprons with Singers– this...

Catherine Godlewsky

      Winter Commute I. I have not known how to shape This poem— I found it, drowsy, Quarter-to-six in winter In the cold of an unfinished floor And the cold of the tap And the cold of my pale extremities Exposed on all these fronts I found it in the...