by Sherwin Bitsui He was there—— before the rising action rose to meet this acre cornered by thirst， before birds swallowed bathwater and ...
by Brenda Hillman A left margin watches the sea floor approach It takes 30 million years It is the first lover More saints for Augustine's mother ...
by Stephen Yenser Close call， close call， close call： this early in the morning The raucous crows' raw caws are ricochets off rock. Afloat on wire...
by Ben Doyle The tug on my arm but soon spread Perhaps now they could prove me there. I've been watching the sky closely & for some time， My h...
by Joan Houlihan This is regret： or a ferret. Snuffling， stunted， a snout full of snow. As the end of day shuffles down the repentant scurry and swarm...
by Adam Zagajewski Translated by Clare Cavanagh Between the computer， a pencil， and a typewriter half my day passes. One day it will be half a century...
by Geri Doran My story begins at sea， in the bitter liquid. If not， it would begin in Florida， along I-95 in the circular drive of a circular， lime-gr...
by Mary Ruefle Ann Galbraith loves Barry Soyers. Please pray for Lucius Fenn who suffers greatly whilst shaking hands. Bonny Polton loves a pug named ...
by Mark Ford Unwinding in a cavernous bodega he suddenly Burst out：——Barman， these tumblers empty themselves And yet I persist； I am wedge...
by Joanne Kyger The grasses are light brown and ocean comes in long shimmering lines under the fleet from last night which dozes now in the early morn...