by Renato Rosaldo We celebrate their days， eat hot dogs， love baseball， but they say we were born to weed， change diapers， carry crates in the grey of...
by Lynn Emanuel If I could see nothing but the smoke From the tip of his cigar， I would know everything About the years before the war. If his face we...
by Matthea Harvey For the time being call me Home. All the ingénues do. Units are the engines I understand best. One betrayal， two. Merrily， me...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks， Bearded with moss， and in garments green， indistinct ...
by John Ashbery Far from the Rappahannock， the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like the Niagara's ...
by James Applewhite for our daughter， Lisa As on a crowded Interstate the drivers in boredom or irritation speed ahead or lag （taken with sudden enthu...
by Robert Hershon 1. Wang Ping asks if we went to a seder last night She did， in Minneapolis No， I say， we‘re not observant as though we constan...
by Robin Behn Inside the hole， where it's yellow， the boy has dropped a quarter so that the guitar rattles when he shakes it by the neck. Knocks， ...
by Jesse Ball Inside the stove， he found a passageway， leading to a set of stairs. This caused him a great deal of worry as well as elation and gladne...
by Lynn Emanuel Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to， without letup， it is becoming clear that gertrude stein has hijacked ...