by Jeni Olin The new aspirin is a blue-blooded Burberry model With an Oxford classics degree， but my migraine Flares beneath a canopy of melanoma-blur...
by Ellen Hinsey There， in the air——traceless blue——arena of circuits And saunters， some rise with difficulty 'While others...
by Dick Barnes My father‘s admonition： when given a choice， choose the path that leads uphill， always， so up we went， but all led down soon afte...
by Theodore Roethke The poem， even a short time after being written， seems no miracle； unwritten， it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods. ...
by Meredith Stricker The theme is forgiveness， the theme is justice （deferred， delayed， obtained）。 The theme is rejoicing alternating with suffering （...
by Claudia Rankine There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died. This is not to suggest no one died. When I was eight my mother became pre...
by Ned O'Gorman Where the pulp lifts its germ and the sludge of beauty sighs， where the leaf pulls the branch to the breathy earth， where the rind...
by Michael Teig Thank you for the gift. Never have I seen a more thoughtful tea-strainer. For you I'm striking a silent movie pose. For instance， ...
by Matthew Rohrer Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone I would transcend， so I covered my ears with my hands， stepped off the...
by Amy Clampitt Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were： a large flock of winter-bedcover...