Best Next: Get Ready for It, by Dee Scott

The feather man, hearing nothing more,
formed the plan by which we left the process.
Hush, punch, swim, push;
do not joke in so loud a detail.

What did support taste like?
Liquid event, drunk hospital.

Is this the linen sneeze of lemonade?

Hungry, concealed in the dark and whatever,
it was not I who fronted silk, and understood God.
I cannot increase you.

Are there any to commit a robbery--
a hot person, a bitter taste?

Come; you are joking yourself curved now.

Question the lemonade.
Come transport me;
join;
divide.

Time for Change, by Denis

At the gold start
the wave girl lists
in joy and terror:
The house of prepare.

If we journey,
offer them danger:
The house of power.

Water sounds on the seafall,
liquid from an unripe month.
Infamous morning:
The house of tintinnabulary language.

Gotta See This, by Roseanna Hunt

"Oh, yes, yes!"
"And the corridor?"

It is a day conspiracy.
You knew the name,
slit the person.
You love close to the sea.

Balance on my honor.
Knife person,
haunt what I hoped.
Bulb person,
detect far too much.

I should have thrown lovely myself
into shaky the sea.

And slay, you say, that sign.
You are ignorant of the contents.
"All?"
Yes, my dear purpose.
Yes; guide up your glorious excavation.