By Alexis De Veaux
I pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
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- By Elane KimIt’s New Year’s. It’s New Year’s & the stars are white-hot & all your favorite dishes are flushed warm...
- By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
- By J. V. CunninghamThere is no stillness in this wood. The quiet of this clearing Is the denial of my hearing The sounds...
- By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose, My dear, the text my musings glose: I call you for convenience love. ...
- By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022 A call is just a call. I pick it up. Jan.6.2022 I lift blankets looking for my father. Jan...
- By Ben PurkertA week apart, our birthdays formed a bridge. They always fell at the best time: snow over flowers like...
- By Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against...
- By Lucille Cliftonwon't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylonbabylon...
- By Countee CullenSome are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the black ...
- By Countee CullenWith two white roses on her breasts, White candles at head and feet, Dark Madonna of the grave she rests...
- By Anne SextonEveryone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They...
- By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit. The pool is the only place where screaming ...
- By Ching-In ChenBecause today our hands unravel a perfect orange we each left our homes drank ripening light before ...
- By Anne SextonGone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride ...
- By Bill ZavatskyThat's what the first line says of the song I've been playing all summer at the keyboard—trying to get...
- By Luci TapahonsoThis morning we gather in gratitude for all aspects of sacredness: the air, the warmth of fire, bodies...
- By Karenne WoodWhen I learned I might have cancer, I bought fifteen white lilies. Easter was gone: the trumpets were...
- By Matthew ZapruderDrawn by ceremonial obligation up from sleep I woke and stepped into the borrowed black robes all ghost...
- By Hannah LoweThe stork arrived alone one day, beak sharpened like a bayonet. All the love you’ve had turned bad! he sang, eyes...