by Leroy V. Quintana This was the world of white lines， a game unlike any other， where the object was to win， only you used words like "Please&qu...
by Robert Duncan as if it were a scene made-up by the mind， that is not mine， but is a made place， that is mine， it is so near to the heart， an eterna...
by Joshua Beckman Oh， atlas look you forgot my island....
by Spencer Reece I remember the ponies in the distance. I remember you talked of a war， no two wars， a failed marriage——discretely， withou...
by Liam Rector Dressed in an old coat I lumber Down a street in the East Village， time itself Whistling up my ass and looking to punish me For all the...
by Anonymous My dress is silent when I tread the ground Or stay at home or stir upon the waters. Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air Raise me abo...
by Sandra McPherson Orange is the single-hearted color. I remember How I found them in a vein beside the railroad，A bumble-bee fumbling for a foothold...
by Henri Cole Tired， hungry， hot， I climbed the steep slope to town， a sultry， watery place， crawling with insects and birds. In the semidarkness of t...
by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats， its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded， like those of ...
by Philip Levine Down sat Bud， raised his hands， the Deuces silenced， the lights lowered， and breath gathered for the coming storm. Then nothing， not ...