by Matthea Harvey For the time being call me Home. All the ingénues do. Units are the engines I understand best. One betrayal， two. Merrily， me...
by Lynn Emanuel If I could see nothing but the smoke From the tip of his cigar， I would know everything About the years before the war. If his face we...
by Renato Rosaldo We celebrate their days， eat hot dogs， love baseball， but they say we were born to weed， change diapers， carry crates in the grey of...
by Robbie Klein It never completely gets dark on those back roads. There are stars， deceptively few. And velvet consumes and velvet erupts： the softne...
by Nathaniel Mackey - "mu" fifth part - His they their we， their he his was but if need be one， self- extinguishing I， neither sham nor excu...
by James Tate I was outside St. Cecelia's Rectory smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me. It was mostly black and white， with a little...
by Miguel de Unamuno Translated by Lillian Jean Stafford and William Stafford It is night， in my study. The deepest solitude； I hear the steady shudde...
by Peter Gizzi A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick. I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower. Liz， there are children in clumsy jac...
by Gillian Conoley The sewing machine had a sort of genius， high， oily and red over that little hellion's pants. Joy and Pain crossing legs， then ...
by Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring today - This， and my heart beside - This， and my heart， and all the fields - And all the meadows wide ...