by Simon Armitage Which reminds me. He appeared at noon， asking for water. He‘d walked from town after losing his job， leaving me a note for his...
by Philip Levine The new grass rising in the hills， the cows loitering in the morning chill， a dozen or more old browns hidden in the shadows of the c...
by Ai "Sit in my hand." I'm ten. I can't see him， but I hear him breathing in the dark. It's after dinner playtime. We're ou...
by Nan Arbuckle The Osage family moved slowly to the beat， circling the drum with sons and daughters， grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Friends j...
by Philip Schultz Grandma climbs a chair to yell at God for killing her only husband whose only crime was forgetting where he put things. Finally， God...
by Mark Jarman Is nothing real but when I was fifteen， Going on sixteen， like a corny song？ I see myself so clearly then， and painfully—— ...
by K. E. Duffin Where pageantries of peril flow quickly， a nightmare sea is breaking panes from below with stunted fists， but the lid of ice is heavy，...
by Timothy Liu A room walled-in by books where the hours withdraw. At the foot of an unmade bed a bird of paradise. Motel carpet melted where an iron ...
by Christian Wiman What words or harder gift does the light require of me carving from the dark this difficult tree？ What place or farther peace do I ...
by R. T. Smith Out for a deadbolt， light bulbs and two-by-fours， I find a flock of sparrows safe from hawks and weather under the roof of Lowe's a...