by Bill Holm This music weeps， not for sin but rather for the black fact that we must all die， but not one of us knows what comes after. This music le...
by J. D. McClatchy It's over， love. Look at me pushing fifty now， Hair like grave-grass growing in both ears， The piles and boggy prostate， the cr...
by Maxine Kumin How pleasant the yellow butter melting on white kernels， the meniscus of red wine that coats the insides of our goblets where we sit w...
by Jane Hirshfield The dog， dead for years， keeps coming back in the dream. We look at each other there with the old joy. It was always her gift to br...
by E. Ethelbert Miller I'm in the school bathroom washing my hands without soap but I'm still washing my hands. I turn the water off and look ...
by Charles Simic The mail truck goes down the coast Carrying a single letter. At the end of a long pier The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then And...
by Anonymous "Oh where ha'e ye been， Lord Randall my son？ O where ha'e ye been， my handsome young man？" "I ha'e been to the...
by Denise Duhamel Men are legally allowed to have sex with animals，as long as the animals are female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is ta...
by David St. John It was in the old days， When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie， A black cabaret that the police liked To raid now a...
by Anthony McCann And here I am Mother， slick haired and heaving A kind of elk， something， a sort of human elk Digitally inserted into the prehistory ...