by Larry Levis There are places where the eye can starve， But not here. Here， for example， is The Piazza Navona， & here is his narrow room Overloo...
by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold， then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the...
by Molly Peacock It's not the first time we've bitten into a peach. But now at the same time it splits——half for each. Our "t...
by Winfield Townley Scott Outweighing all， heavy out of the souvenir bundle The German bayonet： grooved steel socketed in its worn wood handle， Its de...
by John Logan Three moves in sixth months and I remain the same. Two homes made two friends. The third leaves me with myself again. （We hardly speak.）...
by Geoffrey G. O'Brien The winter， it was the winter all the usual things happened， I have forgotten what would travel from the north as a series ...
by William Shakespeare Come unto these yellow sands， And then take hands： Court'sied when you have， and kiss'd， The wild waves whist Foot it f...
by Kendel Hippolyte For days， weeks at a time， i lose whatever it is which keeps my senses softened to the sentience of the earth， to hillside grass r...
by Dean Young You don't have a clue， says the power drill to the canoe hanging from the rafters. Is life a contest everything plays by different r...
by Rupert Brooke Mamua， when our laughter ends， And hearts and bodies， brown as white， Are dust about the doors of friends， Or scent ablowing down the...