The Catcher This orb, spun and speeding—your fortune or calamity, who’s to say? Nothing in it but luck. A clonk, and you rush like a wild man, shoving your mask off, face up, glove to the sky.
The Valley One valley, two scattered groups. To the north, on greens so bright they hurt the eye, golfers, wearing collars and plaid; and to the south, bent double in hats and long sleeves, pickers, combing for berries.
Hope Coulter’s poetry collection The Wheel of Light was published in 2015 as part of the New Poets Series of Brickhouse Books. Hope lives in Little Rock, Arkansas, and teaches creative writing at Hendrix College, where she also directs the Hendrix-Murphy Foundation Programs in Literature and Language.