WE'RE GOOD AT
By Sheryl St. Germain
He is from a land that also lies beneath the sea,
and his people are trying to help save your ruined city, but you
donít know that they will.
Rebecca McClanahan and Rosemary Davis
McClanahan on the transformative power of "frelection"
and Rosemary Davis with a free-form riff on Iowa's CreativenonfictioNow
WATER IS RISING PLEAS
By Jimmy Chen
Put a grown man on his roof, put in his hand a house
painterís brush and heíll paint these words for the helicopters
FOR FLOR PEQUEÑA
By Lauren Culley
Sixteen and pale, wearing a t-shirt from the Ohio State Fair and
jelly bracelets on my left wrist, I am sure that I look like something
tacked on at the last minute.
By Jeff Gundy
The car is the body and the body is the soul and
the soul is no longer inside the body but floating, flying, slipping
through the window.
By Lynda Rutledge
Without any warning, a wall of surf, instant and
rogue, picked me up and thrust me toward the bleached and jagged
coral between me and land.
By Shane Borrowman
Before I ever put hand to pistol, there was drift
in my life.
By Sari Fordham
They can eat through a trapped hen, leaving behind
bones as clean as porcelain.
By Sarah Dickerson
hear nothing else but the engineís rev and the pure, clean sound
of burning rubber.
MY SUPERMARKET MEANS TO ME
my heart desires resides inside these air-conditioned walls.