by Eloise Bruce Dreaming within these walls all night， we woke with both eyes open， barely winking at the morning light. We shower and sing with the l...
by Louise Mathias All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind. It was arranged like Iowa fields—— not a damn thing missing. You ask...
by Emily Rosko Oh， clouds that do not look like cherubs， move over！ My heart isn‘t big enough to include you. The crows shit on my car every mor...
by Bei Dao Translated by Eliot Weinberger and Iona Man-Cheong in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky the endgame flickers a bird locked...
by Alison Townsend It's not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on——Marilyn Monroe， in Time magazine， 1952 The radio makes me ...
by Susan Howe Iseult stands at Tintagel on the mid stairs between light and dark symbolism Does she stand for phonic human overtone for outlaw love th...
by Amy Clampitt Like the foghorn that's all lung， the wind chime that's all percussion， like the wind itself， that's merely air in a terri...
by John Ashbery Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course， Eurydice was a part Of this. Then one day， everythin...
by Sandra Alcosser Friday night I entered a dark corridor rode to the upper floors with men who filled the stainless elevator with their smell. Did yo...
by Joan Murray We thought that they were gone—— we rarely saw them on our screens—— those everyday Americans with workaday rou...