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 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 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 Allan Peterson Look at the slight valley of the horse between haunch and shoulder，recalling its rider and the low hills between. Form never forgets...
by Laura Kasischke The white bowls in the orderly cupboards filled with nothing. The sound of applause in running water. All those who've drowned ...
by Charles Wright I seem to have come to the end of something， but don‘t know what，Full moon blood orange just over the top of the redbud tree. ...
by James Applewhite I wake to see a cardinal in our white crape myrtle. My eye aches. Bees celebrate morning come with their dynamo-hum around a froth...
by Denise Duhamel They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide jaw lin...
by Jack Prelutsky Last night I dreamed of chickens， there were chickens everywhere， they were standing on my stomach， they were nesting in my hair， th...
by Ember Ward Sometimes When I feel like I'm going to fall apart I hold my ribs， all the way around， Both sides. My ribs hold me together， Like gl...