by Pattiann Rogers I remember you. You‘re the one who lifted your ancient bones of fossil rock， pulled yourself free of the strata like a plaste...
by James O'Hern My stonemason John says he uses Elberton granite from Georgia It has the best grain and lasts the longest How long is long I ask O...
by Naomi Shihab Nye A man leaves the world and the streets he lived on grow a little shorter. One more window dark in this city， the figs on his branc...
by Dana Levin You put a bag around your head and walked into the river. You walked into the river with a bag around your head and you were never dead，...
by James Tate I sit on the tracks， a hundred feet from earth， fifty from the water. Gerald is inching toward me as grim， slow， and determined as a sea...
by Douglas Goetsch Desperate to be part of the night， we jerked like a bunch of spazzes to that screaming eunuch， Michael Jackson. Randi Muelbach kept...
by Elizabeth Bishop This is a day when truths will out， perhaps； leak from the dangling telephone earphones sapping the festooned switchboards' st...
by Robinson Jeffers When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze And the iron age； iron the uns...
by Michael Palmer Write this. We have burned all their villages Write this. We have burned all the villages and the people in them Write this. We have...
by Angela Shannon It could have been the way the Southern man in his navy suit and skin rocked along the church wall， swaying to the tambourine like a...