by Ai "Sit in my hand." I'm ten. I can't see him， but I hear him breathing in the dark. It's after dinner playtime. We're ou...
by Philip Levine The new grass rising in the hills， the cows loitering in the morning chill， a dozen or more old browns hidden in the shadows of the c...
by Simon Armitage Which reminds me. He appeared at noon， asking for water. He‘d walked from town after losing his job， leaving me a note for his...
by Gelett Burgess The meanest trick I ever knew Was one I know you never do. I saw a Goop once try to do it， And there was nothing funny to it. He pul...
by Martha Collins Wanted that red， wanted everything tucked inside that red， that body， it seemed， turned inside out， that walking flower， petals furl...
by Joshua Beckman The going. The letters. The staying. The life of the little boy. The staying and the life of the little boy. The letter. The mushroo...
by Vern Rutsala We sit in a room armored by light and surrounded by surfaces bright as mirrors. Everything shines and gives comfort， nothing is out of...
by Thomas Hardy Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn， And calmly， as if indifferent quite， You would close you...
by Paul Mariani Late nights， with summer moths clinging to the screens & the shadows of the Old Great flickering across the tv screen， suddenly， t...
by Alan Michael Parker When revelation comes， the God of Draperies Cannot decide the difference Between in and out. A patio is out though in a yard， h...