“An orange star attaches to a moment.” A poem by Heather McHugh.

“The closets brim with winter clothes.” A poem by Michael Bazzett.

“I fell into the romance of everything changing.” A poem by Veronica Kornberg.

“As I crumble I succeed.” A poem by Bill Berkson.

“Your tubes that quiver and cry out.” A poem by Joyce Mansour, translated by Emilie Moorhouse.

“Wrongheaded and obsequious on vacation.” A poem by Joshua Edwards.

“Wrecking balls are workaholics.” A poem by Andrea Cohen.

“A child carrying flowers walks toward the new year.” A poem by Bei Dao, translated by David Hinton.

“Immune from warmth in noons of desire.” A poem by Margaret Fraser.

“We are not righteous. We aren't even warm.” A poem by Matt Hart.

“For the time being call me Home.” A poem by Matthea Harvey.

“What do we do when we hate our bodies?” A poem by Tom Healy.

“I reached up and broke a big, clear spike off the roof.” A poem by Brenda Shaughnessy.

“Small birds dreaming unimaginable dreams.” A poem by Campbell McGrath.

“Their tracks are made of snow.” A poem by Chase Twichell.

“The townspeople gave the teenaged Buddha a glass of wine.” A poem by Michael Metivier.

“If the soul has the weight of a swallow…” A poem by Joyelle McSweeney.

“Turn off the power, turn on the stars.” A poem by Diane di Prima.

“I'd forgotten the dull ecstasies of this world.” A poem by Dylan Willoughby.

“Death sparkles in a hoop of light.” A poem by Elizabeth Robinson.

“Prospects grind hope into anything blond.” A poem by Nancy Lee.

“If your body changes color in the company of women.” A poem by Laura Kasischke.

“present, robust / yet tied to an illusion.” A poem by Bettina Judd.

“We fall into this rhythm of silence.” A poem by Dorianne Laux.

“Mud-soaked and happy, in a daze.” A poem by Yvor Winters.

“Where the leaf is lighter, its shadow is darker.” A poem by Liz Waldner.

“Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting.” A poem by Louis MacNeice.

“Innocent floppy ears.” A (tiny, canine) poem by Caroline Knox.

“Vice in the corkscrew wig of pleasure.” A poem by Michelle Chan Brown.

“I did not know that what I longed for would resist.” A poem by James Merrill.

“An added sense by which to pass ungently” A poem by Carl Phillips.

“This will sting but only for a minute” A poem by Morgan Parker.

“The green door to a small room made of sleet.” A poem by Shane Book.

“Hold out the thicket of your hands.” A poem by Kenneth Slade Alling.

“Something white and amazing was blocking the way.” A poem by Mike White.

“Those things keep growing where we put them.” A poem by Kay Ryan.

“I love the low and I love the pull of the low.” A poem by Mark Leidner.

“It's got that same silken dust about it.” A poem by Todd Boss.

“what if hope crashes through the door what if” A poem by Mong-Lan.

“There was a time you sat in a garden alone.” A poem by Lesley Wheeler.

“The jagged edges briefly touch.” A poem by John Brehm.

“A wedge of the great, serious circle.” A poem by Neal Bowers.

“Nobody plans to be a ghost.” A poem by Jane Hirshfield.

“No licking tongues will melt like candle wax.” A poem by Andrew Motion.

“The season all coated in soft silver.” A poem by Sandra Lim.

“We could strike this sentence out entire” A poem by Lucy Ives

“Face of gold like the gods' skin.” A poem by Eleni Sikelianos.

“And fire is deeper still.” A poem by Ann Darr.

“The clamour of that never-ending song.” A poem by Charlotte Mew.

“Like a candle-lit room in a folktale.” A poem by Leonard E. Nathan.