by David Rivard I've died enough by now I trust just what's imperfect or ruined. I mean God， God who is in the stop sign asking to be shotgunn...
by Richard Brautigan Oh， pretty girl， you have trapped yourself in the wrong body. Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mamm...
by Kurt S. Olsson Listen. It was wrong from the beginning. Never more than an afterthought， I was blamed. Understandable： the weak never have the pati...
by Ronny Someck （Translated by Barbara Goldberg and Moshe Dor） End of December and the green of King Saul Avenue copies itself from leaves， the fire r...
by Benjamin Alire Saenz A man is walking toward me. He is alone. He has been walking through the desert. He has been walking for days. He has been wal...
by David Cappella Let me tell you about suffering because I was a boy cold without love in a large house， so dark it stifled laughs. I would run to my...
by Emma Lazarus Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth， And add each night a lustre till afar An...
by Edmund Waller Go， lovely rose！ Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows， When I resemble her to thee， How sweet and fair she seems t...
by Heather McHugh He came at night to each of us asleep And trained us in the virtues we most lacked. Me he admonished to return his stare Correctly， ...
by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines the toilet overflowed. This wasn't the adventure it sounds. I sat with a man whose tattoos weighed more ...