by Joan Selinger Sidney Oaks drag alongside the road， weighted by yesterday‘s snow. There‘s Frauka walking alone， the hood of her parka sn...
by Randall Jarrell Moving from Cheer to Joy， from Joy to All， I take a box And add it to my wild rice， my Cornish game hens. The slacked or shorted， b...
by Harvey Shapiro 1. Caught on a side street in heavy traffic， I said to the cabbie， I should have walked. He replied， I should have been a doctor. 2....
by Nicholas Johnson I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing in a room full of monkeys. It's a play Shakespeare wrote back in the old day...
by Pattiann Rogers Those are my bones rifted and curled， knees to chin， among the rocks on the beach， my hands splayed beneath my skull in the mud. Th...
by W. S. Merwin If I had not met the red-haired boy whose father had broken a leg parachuting into Provence to join the resistance in the final stage ...
by Erik Campbell Papua， Indonesia In this mining town in Papua the electricity Has a habit of giving up at night， and this Is a miracle of modern stas...
by Jack Kerouac One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon...
by Mark Cox Because my son saw the round hay bales—— 1200 pounds apiece， shrink-wrapped in white plastic—— lining the fields， ...
by Brian Blanchfield Careful， a night set on edge the European tradition of virtuoso and the raw desire to articulate. I pushed them both backward on ...