By Molly Fisk
Yesterday I was so lonely
I could barely walk,
my friend being mobbed
by her grandchildren
as we made…
I could barely walk,
my friend being mobbed
by her grandchildren
as we made…
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- By Li-Young LeeWhen the big clock at the train station stopped,
the leaves kept falling,
the trains kept running,
my mother… - By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By Rita Dovelate, in aqua and ermine, gardenias
scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,
her gloves white, her… - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukA nightclub doesn’t make a summer
I believe more in perreo
Play everlasting
In the agitation of a critical… - By Karen HouleOne man and one woman park the government Jeep
on the gravel shoulder of the Grand River watershed.
Paired… - By William Butler YeatsI
Swear by what the Sages spoke
Round the Mareotic Lake
That the Witch of Atlas knew,
Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.
Swear by those horsemen, by those women,
Complexion and form prove superhuman,
That pale, long visaged company
That airs an immortality
Completeness of their passions won;
Now... - By Faisal MohyuddinNeither knows why the other is there.
My brother is not allowed to say. My father is
dead. Stop thinking… - By C. Dale YoungNot, as some believe, from the word genesis,
the word gene came from the Greek genos
meaning origin… - By Athena NassarYou gnawed on lamb bone, teeth yet to push
through your gums, where I choked up water,
Mom behind me… - By Yasmine AmeliIn another story, my baba bozorg paints flowers. He is little. His name Amir means shah, but the shah…
- By Yasmine AmeliSa’id goes missing. Forty years later, my mama tells me his poems got into the wrong hands. It is the…
- By Justin Danzywhich Timbaland claims inspired Aaliyah’s
“Are You That Somebody,” a great song, yes,
you must agree, … - By Justin DanzyNo wrought iron bars like the door at my Aunt Cherry’s house
on the East Side, her husband Ben always… - By Joan Kwon GlassI get good at pretending
that I don’t blame you
for his death, and this is all
it takes to keep you… - By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
- By Remica Bingham-RisherBut for the grace of God
one might begin and
this must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - 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 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...