Hypothesis, ProofAmy DryanskyA week of nonnegotiable fantasy, daysof unmovable image -- in a locked room,against a door, in front of the window.I, of ...
ThistlesAustin SmithMy father would wake early and calmlygo about the business of giving himselfcancer. Red, the color itself,sloshing（晃动） in the tank...
NoteAngie EstesThey wrote to say they'd found my mother wonderingin the garage -- like entering the ethereal（天上的） sphere,I thought: drawing near t...
Five TankasHarryette MullenWalking along the green path with budsin my ears, too engrossed in（埋头于，热衷于） the morning newsto listen to the stillness of t...
BreathlessDavid Kirby Jean-Paul Belmondo, I'm thinking of you tonightbecause I saw you walking down the Boulevard St. Germain ju...
Ode to the Defense MechanismIra SadoffSome of the deadpan（面无表情的人） comes from the flatness,the feigned（假的） all-rightness, the sickening thrum of Kansas...
My MotherEllen Bryant Voigtmy mother my mother my mother shecould do anything so she did everything the worldwas an unplowed（未整修过的） field a dress to b...
VesselsPaisley RekdalShouldn't it ache, this slit（裂缝）into the sweetand salt mix of waterscomprising the mussel（蚌）,its labial meatswinged op...
Lost CivilizationHenry HartWine festered（溃烂） at the bottom of my skull. Wind blew the night's big ideas off the trees.The moon had frostbite（...
Attributed to Qu DingMark SullivanThough we gather ourselvesout of this hush（安静，肃静）, out of these summer palacesand mountainside pavilions（楼阁，大帐篷）, fr...