by Rachel Wetzsteon The park admits the wind， the petals lift and scatter like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming； and ten years on and...
by Donald Hall If he and she do not know each other， and feel confident they will not meet again； if he avoids affectionate words； if she has grown in...
by Lee Briccetti Even as a girl I knew the heart was not a valentine； it was wet， like a leopard frog on a lily pad， had long tube roots anchoring it ...
by David Barber A quiet akin to ruins another contracted hillside， another split-level fretting the gloaming with its naked beams. The workmen have al...
by Susan Hahn Hickory， dickory， dock—— it began of course in the nursery. Mouth so safe——the tucked in repetitions that would ...
by Lucille Clifton curling them around i hold their bodies in obscene embrace thinking of everything but kinship. collards and kale strain against eac...
by Chase Twichell Whenever I look out at the snowy mountains at this hour and speak directly into the ear of the sky， it's you I'm thinking of...
by Chase Twichell Who are you， austere little cloud drawn to this page， this sky in the dream I'm having of meeting you here？ There should be a wo...
by Peter Covino Cut off the ears of winter they have overheard too much， where incinerators burn， where rubble-strewn streets are covered in dust from...
by Chase Twichell I want you with me， and yet you are the end of my privacy. Do you see how these rooms have become public？ How we glance to see if&md...