The top 5 poems of the year are split between this issue, and October/November's.
Chicken From Minsk by Karin L. Frank
Poor little chickens aren't dinosaurs anymore.
Kind of funny, awkward wording in places, actually rhymes. Not bad.
Osteometry by Erin Hoffman
Another poem in remembrance of dinosaurs.
Spacing is a bit distracting, interesting thoughts on extinction, but ultimately forgettable, like our civilization is implied to be.
Doing Splits by Ruth Berman
Pithy variations on "split"-containing idioms.
A bit disjointed, but I like it.
And My Sinuses Are Killing Me by Tina Connolly
Not everyone wants to turn our cities back into forests.
Good flow, good idea, unique sentiment, best of issue.
The editor really screwed up here, DC (as in the city) is distractingly typo'd as KC.
Human Resources by F.J. Bergmann
Well done surreal imagery, funny yet meaningful ending. Second best.
After reading everything, and rereading, I think And My Sinuses Are Killing Me & Human Resources are the second and third best poems of the year.
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