by Jane Hirshfield But with the sentence： "Use your failures for paper." Meaning， I understood， the backs of failed poems， but also my life....
August in Indiana： a heavy moon hung over space where there was almost nothing but one big town at dead center. Grasshoppers popped under tires， the t...
by Minnie Bruce Pratt In Hollywood， California （she'd been told） women travel on roller skates， pull a string of children， grinning， gaudy- eyed a...
i. Snow geese in the light of morning sky， exactly at the start of spring. I was looking through the cracks of the blinds at my future which seemed ab...
by Honor Moore The great poet came to me in a dream， walking toward me in a house drenched with August light. It was late afternoon and he was old， pa...
I am writing this letter just to inform you that the tide is turning. It is a fickle tide， one that has the presence of mind to alter its course. You ...
by Anne Sexton Since you ask， most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing， unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Ev...
by James Galvin I knew the end would be gone before I got there. After all， all rainbows lie for a living. And as you have insisted， repeatedly， The d...
by Kate Daniels A naked child is running along the path toward us， her arms stretched out， her mouth open， the world turned to trash behind her. She i...
by Michael Palmer He painted the mountain over and over again from his place in the cave， agape at the light， its absence， the mantled skull with blue...