Let go, said every full moon you woke
under. All your tarot cards, recurring
Brad Davis | JUST VISITING
I love looking downriver—under
the last two bridges before the harbour
James Wyshynski | HOW ARE THE DEAD RAISED UP AND WITH WHAT BODY DO THEY COME?
An old woman stows her sewing in a wicker basket,
hikes up her black dress
and leaps
Haylee Millikan | ROAD CLOSURE
Traffic slows around
the corner onto the Monroe
Jane Stuart | Cold Wet Sand
Cold wet sand
shadows in eclipse
the moon forgets
Meghan Kemp-Gee | IN THE FUTURE
you’ll forget the colour of the carpet
on the spaceship’s bridge. (The action always
Jami Macarty | IS OCCURRING
feet touching ground is occurring everywhere I walk
I kill something is occurring surrendering to melancholy
Leland James | DEER CREEK BRIDGE
I celebrate the Brooklyn span of grandeur,
the lean red muscle of the stately Golden Gate,
Sharon Lax | /BRIJ/ OR BRYCG—QUÉBEC, AUGUST 29, 1907
It’s /brij/ or, in Old English, ‘brycg’
A way, a noun and/or verb (as in movement: to bridge a gap or chasm)