by Cynthia Huntington You are a small shape of death crouched among leaves. The twist of your red mouth is the torque of poison. Tangle of leaves， spi...
by David Lehman There comes a time when the story turns into twenty different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows retreats to the cave o...
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti Great Oracle， why are you staring at me， do I baffle you， do I make you despair？ I， Americus， the American， wrought from the ...
by Chase Twichell I want you with me， and yet you are the end of my privacy. Do you see how these rooms have become public？ How we glance to see if&md...
by Peter Covino Cut off the ears of winter they have overheard too much， where incinerators burn， where rubble-strewn streets are covered in dust from...
by Chase Twichell Who are you， austere little cloud drawn to this page， this sky in the dream I'm having of meeting you here？ There should be a wo...
by Chase Twichell Whenever I look out at the snowy mountains at this hour and speak directly into the ear of the sky， it's you I'm thinking of...
by Lucille Clifton curling them around i hold their bodies in obscene embrace thinking of everything but kinship. collards and kale strain against eac...
by Susan Hahn Hickory， dickory， dock—— it began of course in the nursery. Mouth so safe——the tucked in repetitions that would ...
by David Barber A quiet akin to ruins another contracted hillside， another split-level fretting the gloaming with its naked beams. The workmen have al...