by Jónas Hallgrímsson Translated by Dick Ringler The star of love over Steeple Rock is cloaked in clouds of night. It laughed， once， in ...
by Edgar Bowers Before he wrote a poem， he learned the measure That living in the future gives a farm—— Propinquity of mules and cows， the...
by Walt McDonald When I take my dachshund jogging， boys and widows gawk and stop tossing balls or lopping limbs off shrubs. They call and point at lon...
by Patricia Spears Jones You looked Texas today road hard， scrubbed brush， blown tires gasoline islands But later California returned-fortune's po...
by Sharon Thesen Seamless afternoon to evening across the bridge beyond across the other bridge curving dark landfall lights upon the sea， our mother ...
by Tony Hoagland Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch， drinking jet fuel with the boys， getting louder and louder as the empty cans dro...
by Tom Chandler 812 feet， the highest point in Rhode Island You will not recognize any bald knob of granite or sheer cliff face silhouetted against cl...
by Mark Jarman To raise a stump of rock into a tower， rolling a stone in place as the years pass. Strangers who only know your silhouette bid it farew...
by Jayne Cortez I crisscrossed with Monk Wailed with Bud Counted every star with Stitt Sang "Don't Blame Me" with Sarah Wore a flower li...
by Yusef Komunyakaa I sit beside two women， kitty-corner to the stage， as Elvin's sticks blur the club into a blue fantasia. I thought my body had...