by Marc Woodworth The smell of the reservoir——its breeding and corruption：that too was in our heads. Our limbs across beds dense with thym...
by Paul Mariani Midnight. For the past three hours I've raked over Plato's Republic with my students， all of them John Jay cops， and now some ...
by Liam Rector We did right by your death and went out， Right away， to a public place to drink， To be with each other， to face it. We called other fri...
by Robert Pinsky ". . . our language， forged in the dark by centuries of violent pressure， underground， out of the stuff of dead life." Thir...
by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens....
by Louise Glück The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings： oh， I have those； they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun， and ope...
by Karen Brennan Spider City After a while I dreamt about the Spider City & when I woke up in my flannel pj's the curtain flapped open & t...
by Patricia Goedicke Is dead serious about this one， having rehearsed it for two weeks They bring it right into the Old Fellows Meeting Hall. Riding t...
by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary， while I pondered， weak and weary， Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—&mdash...
IIITHUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdenewith the woe of these days； not wisest menassuaged his sorrow； too sore the anguish，loathly and long， th...