By Ada Limón
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
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- By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You ...
- By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
- By Alexis Pauline Gumbsthis is how i want you to love me blue over blue over blue wet til the paper buckles dark so the owls...
- By Benjamin GucciardiWe lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town. I’d been assigned to process asylum claims and you...
- By H.D.He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
- By H.D.I know not what to do,my mind is reft:is song's gift best?is love's gift loveliest?I know not what to...
- By Salima RiveraWhen I think of you babe, a soft snow falls lightly down my back turning into steam on my full brown...
- By Nome Emeka Patricklate night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside play the the drums of their lives the candle by...
- By Matthew ZapruderI think there was a movie once where Frankenstein fell in love with a vampire. A small mummy at first...
- By Bruce SniderNo matter who leads tonight, who follows, I feel his stare as we work the floor. He swaggers from heel...
- By Frank Marshall DavisThe thin cool fingers of the wind Caress your tall loveliness; The wind kisses Each shining strand of...
- By Stacie CassarinoI admired the sea, most days, but not the heirs or millionaires sailing in stiff-capped winds, buttoned...
- By Shira ErlichmanIn the cab, you turn pink from the streetlights checkering the window. Just as palpable, you grow inner...
- By Susan BrowneDown the lane winding between & behind houses, I find the cottage I rented after I left Michael, he ...
- By Chen Chennot back, let’s not come back, let’s go by the speed of queer zest & stay up there & get ourselves a...
- By Assotto Saintwhere do you find strength to climb down the hill to your lover’s grave what do you bring but thirteen...
- By KB BrookinsI’m giving a chance to the parts of me that need to come home. For you, my lover, the concubine of my...
- By Safia Elhillowhen i think of us i think of the lakewater near longtown, what might not technically constitute a lake...
- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...