by Stanley Plumly She's not angry exactly but all business， eating them right off the tree， with confidence， the kind that lets her spit out the b...
by Catherine Anderson She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car， this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with the ...
by Brenda Hillman Infinity lifted： a gasp of emeralds. I thought I felt the tall night trees between them， no exactitude， a wait not even known yet. I...
by Irving Feldman Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house. Anything， just get on the road and get away. Driven out， they drove. . . miles into ...
by Maxine Kumin Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful， quick a...
by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu Think not this paper comes with vain pretense To move your pity， or to mourn th' offense. Too well I know that hard o...
by Eric Pankey Beyond the traceries of the auroras， The fires of tattered sea foam， The ghost-terrain of submerged icebergs； Beyond a cinder dome'...
by Charles Wright The brief secrets are still here， and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand， But I shake it off and watch the t...
by W. H. Auden Perfection， of a kind， was what he was after， And the poetry he invented was easy to understand； He knew human folly like the back of h...
by Thomas Heise My birthright I have traded for a petal dress and a summer eulogy. I have pawned my soul for this opal ring， the color of a pale， taxi...