by Hayden Carruth Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light. Chicago， a sweet town， bleak， God knows， but sweet. Sometimes. And weren't w...
by Richard Greenfield In the field of traumas come the base savannas——crosshairs tighten on the flaring pink of the evening. Recognize the...
by Cate Marvin You are like a war novel， entirely lacking female characters， except for an occasional letter that makes one of the men cry. I am like ...
by William Stafford Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the cany...
by Ben Doyle When I bend back to gaze at the satellite convulsions， I am an aqueduct for twilit rain. Quite literally I stand in the littoral zone： a ...
by Kelly Cherry The files in the filing cabinet Are all talking at once. Mumble jumble， say the files In the filing cabinet. The desk， discreet， Discl...
by William Carlos Williams I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists unless one should scour th...
by C. D. Wright A girl on the stairs listens to her father Beat up her mother. Doors bang. She comes down in her nightgown. The piano stands there in ...
by Breyten Breytenbach today I went down on your body while windows were thick white eyes and hearkened the clogged cavities in the small darkroom of ...
by Rene Char （Translated by Susanne Dubroff） You have been my love for so many years， It makes me dizzy to think of so much hope， And my dizziness won...