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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- 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 John TickhillIn a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle, Þat was þe myry monþ of May May May is a “somere” month...
- By Terrance HayesBroken EarthYear of Release: 1939Running Time: 11 minutesCast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boyI am...
- By Arthur SzeA woman moves through a Cloud Hands position, holding and rotating an invisible globe—thud, shattering...
- By UnknownSwarte smekyd smepes smateryd wyth smoke. dryue me to deth wyth den of here dyntes. Swech noys on nyghtes...
- By William Langland‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened...
- By Osip MandelstamToo black, too much indulged, living in clover, all little withers, all air, all charity, all crumbling...
- By Osip MandelstamI was washing at night out in the yard— the heavens glowing with rough stars. A star-beam like salt ...
- By Daye PhillippoI have learned to love turning a bar of soap and the calendar’s empty pages in my hands, soft lather...
- By Patricia SmithWhen a bullet enters the brain, the head explodes. I can think of no softer warning for the mothers ...
- By Debora KuanYou know sleep will dart beyond your grasp. Its edges crude and merciless. You will clutch at straws...
- By Julia EdwardsBehind me, a man retrieves waterfalls of coins from a vending machine while laundry owners fold cloth...
- By Lauren WhiteheadWorking the 2–12 shift Driving home in the shiny dark under the sleepless moon Curling his car around...
- By Elizabeth Lindsey RogersEven this early— the muezzin’s minor cry just now floating the first notes, the minarets not yet lit...
- By Vievee FrancisI keep rifles in the front closet. Trespassing can be a glance. A good shot, I practice with bottles...
- By Wu ShengOut here in the sticks You rarely encounter such genius: "Come, come, come to Taiwan U Go, go, go to...
- By Joshua RivkinMy father is modest. He didn't save hundreds from drowning. Just a few dozen. Gathered from the swell...
- By Alberto RíosThese are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air ...