by Eve Merriam Once upon a time I caught a little rhyme I set it on the floor but it ran right out the door I chased it on my bicycle but it melted to...
by C. Dale Young Midsummer lies on this town like a plague： locusts now replaced by humidity， the bloodied Nile now an algae-covered rivulet strugglin...
by Michael Carlson All morning I've remembered St. Ignacio's bruise， jaundiced seagulls over Quonset， November and the gross white sky. Days s...
by Robert Browning I Hamelin Town's in Brunswick， By famous Hanover city； The river Weser， deep and wide， Washes its wall on the southern side； A ...
by Meena Alexander June already， it's your birth month， nine months since the towers fell. I set olive twigs in my hair torn from a tree in Centra...
by Edna St. Vincent Millay Strong sun， that bleach The curtains of my room， can you not render Colourless this dress I wear？—— This violen...
by Joshua Clover Music： Sexual misery is wearing you out. Music： Known as the Philosopher‘s Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it insp...
by Judith Ortiz Cofer We played a hiding game， the son of my mother's friend and I， until he chased me into the toolshed and bolted the door from ...
by Lesle Lewis Happy for nothing， we could be with no dinner to cook. Absence is gigantic in our heads and houses. We‘re old and it’s bold...
by Daniel Hoffman Arriving at last It has stumbled across the harsh Stones， the black marshes. True to itself， by what craft And strength it has， it h...