By Richard Siken
Driving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make the new streets yours.Trees outside the...
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- By Jean ValentineThe hornet holds on to the curtain, winter sleep. Rubs her legs. Climbs the curtain. Behind her the ...
- By Julien StrongEventually my stepfather grew tired of his exile in the basement and left. She wept and begged him not...
- By Julien Strongmy mother tells me, and proceeds to elaborate at gruesome length. But don’t all gods and heroes get ...
- By Kiki PetrosinoSo I lean back & Redford asks, “Water warm enough?” & I don’t answer because I’m holding my breath. ...
- By Sharon OldsI did not deserve to be beaten,and I did not deserve ballet lessons—except insofar as everyone deserves...
- By Nikki GiovanniI watched Mommy Cook Though I cooked With Grandmother With Grandmother I learned To pluck chickens Peel...
- By Stephen KuusistoI listen for the footsteps Of my dogs: Little taps from their via sacra. When I hear them on the stairs I know...
- By Raymond AntrobusFunny that my mother was a clown a college dropout who joined the circus with another clown who made...
- By Raymond AntrobusMy mother says my father had a heartless sense of humour. That winter she fell, ice on the road— She...
- By Kerrin McCaddenDear train wreck, dear terrible engines, dear spilled freight, dear unbelievable mess, all these years...
- By Chelsea B. DesAutelsAt first it was easy to tell the story because it was actually happening right then so we could tell...
- By Anni LiuWhen she returns, we mostly sit in separate rooms, faces down into our screens. I hear her leaving him...
- By Anuradha BhowmikCANDYDANDY24 Enter new Away message: // LOVE ME 0R HATE ME // Y0U STiLL CAN`T ERASE ME !! <3 AiGHT ONE1...
- By Philip Metres1. Outside, in a country with no word for outside, they cluster on trees, red bunches. I looked up ryabina, found...
- By RK FauthTake me to the holler. I want to see the cows Big Mamaw’s grave and something about tobacco fields. ...
- By Jim Whitesidemary One of just two kids on our street, I am coerced into unenthusiastic doll-playing. Her room is ...
- By Hyejung KookAgain this year I’ve failed the peonies that came to us when we bought our house in summer, not knowing...
- By Kai CogginIt seems like all my poems after this will be different, they will hold a different weight like how ...
- By Pablo OtavaloIn midsentence. Like a pregnant sow in another mud- and mire-laden trench, your hay-stuffed midland ...