By Sharon Olds
I love the conversations we have after making love—of course it’s just me, making love to myself, talking...
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- By Tishani DoshiSo far from Worcester, Massachusetts. Elizabeth—you, here! At my dentist's in Madras, sitting with pressed...
- By Anne SextonI am surprised to see that the ocean is still going on. Now I am going back and I have ripped my hand...
- By Sandra Maria EstevesTo Whom It Does Concern: Could we please have just one space flight, one nine-million dollar adventure...
- By Robert LowellForty years ago we were here where we are now, the same erotic May-wind blew the trees from there to...
- By Louise BoganI came here, being stricken, stumbling out At last from streets; the sun, decreasing, took me For days...
- By Danez Smithdear suicide how is the war? is it eating? tell me of the girls charging backwards into dumb tides death...
- By James K. BaxterThere was a message. I have forgotten it. There was a journey to make. It did not come to anything. ...
- By Linda BierdsDear One, Do you have the time? Can you take the time? Can you make the time? To visit me? The hospital...
- By Stephen SandyAfter the declaration by emperor to stop the war many people in Tokyo killed themselves, for instance...
- By W. S. Graham1 This is only a noteThis is only a note / To say Echoes the title of William Carlos Williams’s poem...
- By James SchuylerDear Kenward, What a pearl of a letter knife. It's just the thing I needed, something to rest my eyes...
- By Alexander PopeShut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog...
- By Jill McDonoughThe night we got bashed we told Rusty how they drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped off. Rusty: Now, ...
- By William E. StaffordAll the Sioux were defeated. Our clan got poor, but a few got richer. They fought two wars. I did not...
- By Kim Addonizio, Donald C. Babcock, Alan Ayling, Mary Aldis, Walter Albert, Zoë Akins, John Adams & Harold ActonDear Angry Mob, Oak Wood Trail is closed to you. We feel it unnecessary to defend our position, for ...
- By Tess GallagherI have had to write this down in my absence and yours. These things happen. Thinking of a voice added...
- By Doug AndersonDear Martín: In Izalco, while Christ waits for Easter in his glass tomb in the cathedral a single long...
- By Russell EdsonDear Miss, First of all I want to say that I have enjoyed the imaginary possibility, built of course...
- By Jean NordhausWould it surprise you to learn that years beyond your longest winter you still get letters from your...