by Charles Simic A world's disappearing. Little street， You were too narrow， Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog， One lone child. ...
by Victor Hernandez Cruz The Empire State Building Is on 63rd Street Ramon wanted to bet Manolo Manolo said impossible The Empire State Building Is on...
by Clayton Eshleman Patters， paters， Apollo globes， sound breaking up with silence， coals I can still hear， entanglement of sense pools， the way a cav...
by Juliet S. Kono At cold daybreak we wind up the mountainside to Haleakala Crater. Our hands knot under the rough of your old army blanket. We pass p...
by Judith Viorst The tires on my bike are flat. The sky is grouchy gray. At least it sure feels like that Since Hanna moved away. Chocolate ice cream ...
by Ben Doyle Lick the lights. Everyone says that here. Sometimes they'll call a spade a shovel， hollowing half a hole， which is all I have to slee...
by Tony Hoagland At this height， Kansas is just a concept， a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout section of my neighbor&#...
by Mary Karr I opened up my shirt to show this man the flaming heart he lit in me， and I was scooped up like a lamb and carried to the dim warm. I who...
by Larry Levis 1. Looking into the eyes of Gerard de Nerval You notice the giant sea crabs rising. Which is what happens When you look into the eyes o...
by W. D. Snodgrass These lawn chairs and the chaise lounge of bulky redwood were purchased for my father twenty years ago， then plumped down in the ya...