Clouds, MetaphysicalWilliam LoganThe cloud bank over Cuttyhunk, like scalloped linen --just a short sail to faith and theology,divine imprudence, the ...
Cardboard Figures in a LandscapeElaine EquiA truck goes by.It sounds like a truckfull of boxes.Heavy thingsgetting jostled,sliding aroundon top of eac...
I Am a Penniless ProphetYehuda AmichaiI am a penniless prophet, like a child who hasonly two colors. I paint my life in warand love, in noise and stil...
My Wild ChildrenYehuda AmichaiMy wild children: in the morningthey eat my dreams, at eveningthey wolf down my memories.I am their manger.I feel their ...
PalinodeDaryl HineOrient yourself in timeToward the prepossessing dawn.Disenchanted by the past,Turn your back forever onThe decadent and splendid Wes...
Midnight, Talking About Our ExesAda LimónThe sun is still down and maybe even downer.Two owls, one white and one large-eared,dive into a nothin...
On a Day, in the WorldBrenda Hillman We had a griefwe didn't understand while standing at the edge of some low scrub hills as ifhum...
CommunionBlas FalconerThey open their mouthsbecause the body's hunger speaksfor the spirit. You know thisby the way they closetheir eyes, how they...
It's Too Quiet in HereCarolyn GuinzioA sparrow mistooka light for the lightof day. A contractorpenciled TransitionalSpace on the plans.A woman par...
What Just Happened?Sara Berkeley Tolchin'What just happened,and where does it leave us?''Same place,' he said, but that's not true...