By Ada Limón
On my way to the fertility clinic,
I pass five dead animals.
First a raccoon with all four paws…
I pass five dead animals.
First a raccoon with all four paws…
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- By Russell AtkinsThe probability in the yard:
The rodent keeps the cat close by;
The cat would sharp at the bird;
The… - By William OlsenObservation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
- By Maya KhoslaWater minus air becomes wound.
Her blowhole, bursts of breathing,
trapped in an endless curtain of netting… - By Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold War
they had 30 leftover dolphins.
An officer… - By Christina RossettiBrown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which… - By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayed
between the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,
was the cobweb I almost walked… - By Julia FiedorczukTranslated By Bill JohnstonFrom within my bodily singularity
I play at sending out gentle sunbeams.
I don't believe in myself, but… - By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
- 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 to look out another?
A mentor once said, You can't start a poem... - By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole
length of the snake is the length
of my brother’s body. The snake’s head
is held safely, securely, as if my brother
is showing him something in the distant high grass.
I... - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection
Staring at each other arguing over insects
It wasn… - By Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellos
Discutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejo
No fue rom… - By Erin BelieuMorning thick with inscrutable dinge;
another season drained. I’m watching
the pest control man fill the rat bait
station, black attaché of poison hidden
in the hedge.
And while I pay a monthly
bill for him to do my killing, still
it seems miraculous, how much insists
on... - By CAConradFrank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
friends - By Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible
top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
starting from this concept,
anything that is not
on... - He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in the cell all night, pictures jumping around his head of the cops and the blowdryer they took as evidence. He used...
- By Marc Isaac PotterThere is not any ... thing ...
... the fish, and all the living things that are not fish,
... they kill each other ...
... is this boring? ... if I were dead and floating in the sea, all bloated and blue-white, would hogs eat me, as they did my Uncle... - By Holly Mitchell1.
After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.
This is called suspension.
2.
Her name is Sallie Gardner.
She’s by Vandal, out of Charlotte Thompson, Kentucky bred, of Irish pedigree, a
Birdcatcher.
Now... - By Tristan TzaraTranslated By Heather Greensenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions
with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense
at the hollow step in a bed of distress
nevertheless present at the passage of spring spring Tristan Tzara wrote this poem during the summer of...