by Jon Andersen You must have a hope that will let you stomp and sing at any cold dawn. You must not wait to love the student who loves you and would ...
by Archibald MacLeish And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of t...
by Tomaz Salamun All young cops have soft mild eyes. Their upbringing is lavish. They walk between blueberries and ferns， rescuing grannies from risin...
by Richard Brautigan If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one ...
by Christopher Bursk Sundays， your father climbs out a window onto the roof， looking for somewhere there are no women， nothing else to do but undress，...
I was born in Nogales， Arizona， On the border between Mexico and the United States. The places in between places They are like little countries Themse...
by Ishmael Ait Djafer （Translated by Jack Hirschman） The hands of the poor people of the Casbah are long and thin and stretched like the roots of pota...
When people say they miss me， I think how much I miss me too， Me， the old me， the great me， Lover of three women in one day， Modest me， the best me， f...
Days of nothingness Days of clear skies the temperature descending Days of no telephone calls or all the wrong ones Days ofcomplete boredom and nothin...
by Robert Lowell The night attendant， a B.U. sophomore， rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. He catwa...