by Ben Doyle In the middle of every field， obscured from the side by grass or cornhusks， is a clearing where she works burying swans alive into the bl...
by David Lehman I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now， at two in the solemnly musical morning， when everyone else in this town em...
by Harryette Mullen Pulling out of the old scarred skin （old rough thing I don't need now I strip off slip out of leave behind） I slough off deads...
by Herman Melville Skimming lightly， wheeling still， The swallows fly low Over the field in clouded days， The forest-field of Shiloh—— Ove...
by David Bottoms Loaded on beer and whiskey， we ride to the dump in carloads to turn our headlights across the wasted field， freeze the startled eyes ...
by Aaron Fogel Friendless， with an intimation of islands， The merchant set up shop on shore. He had no jovial manner and made no eye Contact with cust...
by Sondra Upham I wake to a knife on the back of my neck， a man's voice low in my ear. What I am told to do， I do. Still the moon lights my room. ...
by Jim Daniels An average joe comes in and orders thirty cheeseburgers and thirty fries. I wait for him to pay before I start cooking. He pays. He ain...
by Herman Taube We traveled in sub-zero Arctic weather， bundled in cotton-lined coats and fur hats， to labor camps in remote detention villages. There...
by Shel Silverstein "I cannot go to school today，" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps， A gash， a rash and p...