Susannah Sharpless · Princeton University
she called in from the highlands refused a secret silence her words wildfire against poppy and stone:
Paris Gravley · Oberlin College
Voweled suspension above bluing eyes, he slips along a rope, taut between the two poles holding the billowing tent below.
Luke Patterson · University of Houston · Poetry Prize Winner
The rip in my sheet grew until it stretched the length of the bed; its edges curled back, spreading in the middle to reveal stained mattress.
Vera Carothers · Brown University
My mom with her nightly TV vigil and my dad with his artisanal bowls meet once in a railway car
Bailey Spencer · Boston College
Named bitter, I reach for sycamore, thirst for fig sugar and honey wine
Charles McCory · The University of Mississippi
Today the protection of this plastic chip I took at the meeting with a hug and a God bless from— well I shouldn’t say her name— who’s been sober longer than I’ve been breathing and keeps coming back expires.
Canese Jarboe · Pittsburg State University
There will only be one this month, bloated and pale like leftover rib bones on the plate after you ate the half-rack at Lucky Luke’s.
Kate Powell · Bennington College
in the tops of trees they peeled long straws and pushed them needlewise through the opal jelly of cyprian wedding night
Lily Jamaludin · Grinell College
The first verse I memorize I repeat over and over in my head for days My tongue tripping over the letters and sounds until they become mine.
Madeline Thieringer · College of Charleston
Calendula, beeswax, jingle shells. The tinge of harmonica swells that find the blues, over-watered geranium leaves.