By Rita Dove
late, in aqua and ermine, gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,her gloves white, her...
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- By Leah Naomi GreenTake all summer,your ember from the sun,its walking meditation. Store it in smallvaults of light to ...
- By William Butler YeatsI I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children...
- By William Butler YeatsI That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying ...
- By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...
- By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Kinsale DrakeI feel god in this Taco Bell tonight: Cheese, beans, rice, the witching hour of missing someone. My ...
- By CAConrad“this is your captain” Frank says from the cockpit “all passengers wishing to bail out any time during...
- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Sarah RuhlSome say: to do the necessary task is greatness; I say: do the least necessary thing first. I don't ...
- He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
- By Holly Mitchell1. After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn...
- By Lynn EmanuelLove is boring and passé, all that old baggage, the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic, retrograde...
- By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...
- By John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons, in May when new joys rise and flourish, the sun is lord and messenger...