by Mark McMorris Soon the rushlights will go out in the flesh of sympathetic bodies once close to my own hand and I will go to my hammock， thinking of...
by Richard Brautigan Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce， the name and drawing of a detective with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lett...
by George Moses Horton When on life's ocean first I spread my sail， I then implored a mild auspicious gale； And from the slippery strand I took my...
by Bernadette Mayer I saw a great teapot I wanted to get you this stupendous 100% cotton royal blue and black checked shirt， There was a red and black...
by Wyn Cooper What was it you wanted he calls out the door as I walk toward his house， which tilts uphill. I just wanted to ask， I start to say &mdash...
by James Galvin A pinup of Rita Hayworth was taped To the bomb that fell on Hiroshima. The Avant-garde makes me weep with boredom. Hares are wishes， e...
by Stephen Beal There was love and there was trees. Either you could stay inside and probe your emotions or you could go outside and keenly observe na...
by Michael Teig When he couldn't sleep and his sight got going he noted the colors on the back of each painting； this one forest blue， that gunpow...
by Mary Rose O'Reilley Monet confided to his journal， "All the while she was dying， I could not stop painting her face." —Monet at...
by Carolyn Kizer The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares With a great burst of supernatural rose Under a canopy of poisonous airs. Could we...