by Brian Teare "As his unlikeness fitted mine"- so his luciferous kiss， ecliptic ： me pinned beneath lips bitten as under weight of prayer， ...
by Michael Palmer Who is to say that the House of Tongues is not that place where rats swarm around your feet under blooming sofas is not that place o...
by David Woo Yellow-oatmeal flowers of the windmill palms like brains lashed to fans- even they think of cool paradise， Not this sterile air-condition...
by John Montague The light， tarred skin of the currach rides and receives the current， rolls and responds to the harsh sea swell. Inside the wooden ri...
by John Balaban Hadn't seen Eddie for some time， wheeling his chair through traffic， skinny legs in shorts， T-shirted， down at the corner off Dixi...
by Kathleen Peirce Then there was beauty in what clung， vertical and multiple against a damp tombstone where no one goes， or has gone forever， the sto...
by Allen Grossman The Bus stops uptown next to the John Deere. The step from the paving into the bus is high. How did Irene get on the bus？ This is a ...
by Jane Kenyon For Caroline Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and cheese ...
by Marilyn Nelson Thank you for these tiny particles of ocean salt， pearl-necklace viruses， winged protozoans： for the infinite， intricate shapes of s...
by Donald Hall when my father had been dead a week I woke with his voice in my ear I sat up in bed and held my breath and stared at the pale closed do...