Robin Behn

is the author of three books of poetry, Paper Bird (Texas Tech), which won the AWP Award Series in Poetry, The Red Hour (HarperCollins), and Horizon Note (University of Wisconsin Press), which won the Brittingham Prize, and the chapbooks The Oboist and Naked Writing. She is also co – editor of the Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach (HarperCollins, 1992). The recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Guggenheim fellowship, a Pushcart Prize, and fellowships from the arts councils of Illinois and Alabama, she is Professor of English at the University of Alabama.
Ralph Angel

books include Neither World, winner of the 1995 James Laughlin Award of the Academy of American Poets, and Exceptions and Melancholies: Poems 1986 –2006, winner of the 2007 PEN USA Poetry Award, as well as an award– winning translation of the Federico García Lorca collection, Poema del cante jondo / Poem of the Deep Song.
Marian Aitches

teaches in the History Department at the University of Texas at San Antonio. Her first collection of poems, Fishing for Light, won the Wings Press Whitebird Chapbook competition for 2009. Pecan Grove Press will publish a full collection titled Ours is a Flower in the spring of 2010. Her poems have appeared in Borderlands and The Texas Observer as well as several anthologies, including Beloved on the Earth (Holy Cow Press, 2009).
Appetizers—for Jack Myers, 1988

by Mark Cox
What I’d pay to see, the man says,
is a bull elephant fighting a rhinoceros,
and reaching for the smothered nachos, adds,
now that would be something.
No, his wife (I guess), says,
A momma grizzly and a rhinoceros, ooh.
Yeah, (now their friends are warming up), only
they should be on a cliff to make it really good.
And throw in a pit bull, a bald guy offers,
herding them back to where this dinner small talk started,
and everyone squeals except the waitress, who,
taking orders for another round of drinks,
looks very pensive and explains
that grizzlies and rhinos are both wimps
and what about a great white and a killer whale?
A momma killer whale and a grizzly, wife says,
removing the umbrella from her drink with two fingers,
bears can swim, can’t they?
A tiger and ten wolves, the bald man says,
a knifeful of butter halfway to his bread,
but everyone howls that’s beyond civilized
decorum, seems cruel, unfair . . . .
A wolf and ten pitbulls? He mutters
(bordering on sheepishly),
but everyone’s got their mouths full
and no one’s even looking at him.