by Tom Sleigh Because the burn's unstable， burning too hot in the liquid hydrogen suction line and so causing vortices in the rocket fuel flaming ...
by Dorothea Tanning No palms dolled up the tedium， no breathing wind. No problem was the buzzword then， their way to go. In truth， my case was black a...
by David Lehman We were smoking some of this knockout weed when Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed Each soldier went， counting backwa...
by Amy Lowell You are ice and fire， The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis， The silver of...
by Harvey Shapiro Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night at the live-in opera， and I figure it‘s going to turn out badly for me. The dead n...
by Mark Levine Beauty in its winter slippers pproached us by degrees on the gravel path. We were hitching a ride out； had been hitching. Our suitcase ...
by Anthony Piccione Now the child is a runny-nosed stranger you've finally decided to share your seat with， and the whole thing keeps heaving into...
by Meng Hao-jan Translated by Gary Snyder， Kenneth Rexroth and William Carlos Williams （I） Steering my little boat towards a misty islet， I watch the ...
by Gabriel Gudding For the train-wrecked， the puck-struck，the viciously punched， he pole-vaulter whose pole snapped in ascent. For his asphalt-face，hi...
by Martín Espada Niggerlips was the high school name for me. So called by Douglas the car mechanic， with green tattoos on each forearm， and the...