by Mark Jarman There they are again. It's after dark. The rain begins its sober comedy， Slicking down their hair as they wait Under a pepper tree ...
by Chase Twichell When fed into the crude， imaginary machine we call the memory， the brain's hard pictures slide into the suggestive waters of the...
by Minnie Bruce Pratt Through binoculars the spiral nebula was a smudged white thumbprint on the night sky. Stories said it was a mark left by the han...
by Barbara Guest There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position between several Popes In fact the top can be r...
by David Wojahn how， o spirits， shall I invoke you， who cannot count himself among the chosen？ My writings & keenings are interior & treated b...
by Terrance Hayes If you subtract the minor losses， you can return to your childhood too： the blackboard chalked with crosses， the math teacher's ...
by Amy Lowell Where else in all America are we so symbolized As in this hall？ White columns polished like glass， A dome and a dome， A balcony and a ba...
by Alfred Corn It avails not. time nor place-distance avails not. . . -Whitman. "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" The bridge was a huge sentence dia...
by Lynn Emanuel After I've goosed up the fire in the stove with Starter Logg so that it burns like fire on amphetamines； after it's imprisoned...
by Aaron Fogel The Romans got their circling powers From a corps of Hellenic mathematicians. Rome——the container-skull， the fountainhead&m...