No Word, by Kenneth Rexroth

The trees hang silent
In the heat . . . . .


          Undo your heart
          Tell me your thoughts
          What you were
          And what you are . . . . .


                     Like bells no one
                     Has ever rung.

Inspire Hope, by Amy Lawless

I am in a common despair. So in order for me to have hope, it is crucial to stack fifty pounds of books on the left-hand side of my bed. I cover him tightly with my warmest woolen blankets. This boyfriend is named Shiver. He is best left alone to his thoughts. But one night, I will accidentally roll into him. He’ll fall on me with such grace and with the acceleration of all of history.