by Harryette Mullen Pulling out of the old scarred skin （old rough thing I don't need now I strip off slip out of leave behind） I slough off deads...
by David Lehman I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now， at two in the solemnly musical morning， when everyone else in this town em...
by Ben Doyle In the middle of every field， obscured from the side by grass or cornhusks， is a clearing where she works burying swans alive into the bl...
by Terrance Hayes Now that my afro's as big as Shaft's I feel a little better about myself. How it warms my bullet-head in Winter， black halo，...
by Thomas Traherne In unexperienced infancy Many a sweet mistake doth lie： Mistake though false， intending true； A seeming somewhat more than view； Th...
by Robert Browning Grow old along with me！ The best is yet to be， The last of life， for which the first was made： Our times are in His hand Who saith，...
by David Lehman The happiest moment in a woman's life Is when she hears the turn of her lover's key In the lock， and pretends to be asleep Whe...
by Denise Duhamel I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I shuddered because I was married to some...
by Daisy Fried These cold days when the insane sky's clear， heat poofs away be- yond its net of edible blue. My cat folds， flops across the laundr...
by James Galvin Without external reference， The world presents itself In perfect clarity. Wherewithal， arrested moments， The throes of demystification...