Philip Booth’s poem, “Fall,” appeared in NER 1.1:
August loaded with anvil clouds
piled up over Aroostook. Supper,
plump thunder. Over shortcake,
lightning opens the valley
the storm falls down. The barn roof
snares the sleet for a moment,
Mary Oliver’s poem, “A Poem for the Blue Heron,” appeared in NER 4.3:
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Now the blue heron
wades the cold ponds
of November.
In the gray light his hunched shoulders
are also gray.
He finds scant food — a few
numbed breathers under
a rind of mud.
Lawrence Raab’s poem, “While You Were Sleeping,” appeared in NER 1.2:
Pale curtains
crumpled to the floor
And the heavy rug
out of place.
Something
simple but ambiguous,
that would please you.
An interrupted
game of cards.
An open window.
John Engels’s poem, “At Night on the Lake, in The Eye of the Hunter,” appeared in NER 1.1:
That night,
drifting far out
in the dark center of the lake,
I watched the stars. Later,
I shone my torch
down into the eel grass
of the perch beds,
and saw the fish there,
stunned into thrills
and tremblings of fins.