Fruit Bowl, by Christa de Brún

II’m a sun-blazed sphere of ochre delight.I can be sweet or bitter, depends on the weather.I’m great in a jiffy, excel in a jam;my supreme segments glint and whirl likemarmalade tygers in every bite. III was a bit green at first, waxing and waninglike a crescent moon...

Small is the Seed, by Emily Patterson

  * Emily Patterson is the author of So Much Tending Remains, To Bend and Braid, and haiku at 5:38 a.m. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best Spiritual Literature and appear in SWWIM, Mom Egg Review, Rust & Moth, CALYX, Sweet Lit, and...

Be a snail, by Roy Moss

partly wandering, partly home and keep moving in the rain.   Raindrops fall like rocks, they pummel the ground   and the snail is fine. Is fine.   * Roy Moss has been a primary school librarian for over ten years. He has studied English and Children’s...

As Told by the Giant, by Stefan Karlsson

Fee, yes, the smallest fee is all I ask of any strangers who dare to trespass in my lair. It seems a common courtesy to come with bread or something sweet. So fie upon him who comes with naught but thieving thoughts and muddy boots to ruin my rugs and spoil my sleep....