Maya C. Popa, From Wound Is The Origin Of Wonder: Poems: “Wound Is The Origin Of Wonder”

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “The Selected Diaries of Virginia Woolf,”

I'm old school. I just want one person.

It must be September, July sun has disappeared.

Charmaine J. Forde

And then she said

Madison Julius Cawein, “Dusk In The Woods”

Dreaming Again

I’ve started dreaming again

Isn’t getting enough sleep

Spposed to be a good thing?

I’ve started dreaming again

A man had his neck slit

After he used his body to protect me

I’ve started dreaming again

I’ve been left and abandoned

More times than I can count

I’ve started dreaming again

I hurt the people I love most

I’ve started dreaming again

I’ve died and watched death

Countless times over

I’ve started dreaming again

But I’d rather stop.

Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Grocery Shopping”