by Lewis Carroll The sun was shining on the sea， Shining with all his might： He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright And this was o...
by Kathryn Stripling Byer The only clouds forming are crow clouds， the only shade， oaks bound together in a tangle of oak limbs that signal the wind c...
by Walt McDonald I never knew them all， just hummed and thrummed my fingers with the radio， driving five hundred miles to Austin. Her arms held all th...
by Peg Boyers At eleven I learned to lie. Disobedience and its partner， deception， became my constant companions. How enormous then that first transgr...
by Chad Davidson They know that death is merely of the body not the species， know that their putrid chitin is always memorable. We call them ugly with...
by Eamon Grennan Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue， inventin...
by Dunya Mikhail （Translated by Elizabeth Winslow） How magnificent the war is！ How eager and efficient！ Early in the morning it wakes up the sirens an...
by Sarah Getty A round white troll with a black， greasy heart shuddered and hummed "Diogenes， Diogenes，" while it sloshed the wash. It staye...
by Philip Levine Take this quiet woman， she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours， and she lacks twenty minutes before she c...
by Michael Palmer We thought it could all be found in The Book of Poor Text， the shadow the boat casts， angled mast， fretted wake， indigo eye. Windows...