by Cate Marvin You are like a war novel， entirely lacking female characters， except for an occasional letter that makes one of the men cry. I am like ...
by Richard Greenfield In the field of traumas come the base savannas——crosshairs tighten on the flaring pink of the evening. Recognize the...
by Hayden Carruth Scrambled eggs and whiskey in the false-dawn light. Chicago， a sweet town， bleak， God knows， but sweet. Sometimes. And weren't w...
by R. Zamora Linmark Sunday after Mass the priest behind the screen prescribes three Our Fathers ten Hail Marys three Glory Be's for dropping ecst...
by Joshua Beckman Seagulls beside ferry boat. They're people-watching....
by D.H. Lawrence Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are！ And the lime-tree， lovely and tall， every leaf silent hardly looses even a last breath...
by Richard Murphy The calamity of seals begins with jaws. Born in caverns that reverberate With endless malice of the sea's tongue Clacking on shi...
by Dana Goodyear I play with an old boyfriend， to tease you out. In white shorts that you‘ve never seen before. You storm—wind， panic in t...
by D. Nurkse We gave our dogs a button to sniff， or a tissue， and they bounded off confident in their training， in the power of their senses to re-cre...
by Edna St. Vincent Millay Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand： Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand！...