By Sri Chinmoy
Ultimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
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- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do not step on the ground, filth will smear them; your future will ...
- By Ruth AwadDays of rain. The drey outside my window would keel and the wind would plunder. My heart was valent ...
- By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun, the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar draping his sheets...
- By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw Were not himself...
- By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me out of your photos God stop dragging the mouse around my shopworn body like...
- By Shira ErlichmanOh no, I didn’t mean to believe in the infinite. Now I’m gripping the hand -lebars like shoulder blades...
- By William ShakespeareThose lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate” To me that languished...
- By Michelle Peñalozaanak like a sigh born every day ilong lead by scent and know-how tanong asking questions about the world...
- By Trevor Ketnerbleed bull (lip, hair, spine)—sad candy fad— anon, i shave a dad, dig a staff into mud, stir daddylevel...
- By Trevor Ketnertransmisogynists seek hymen lie / “true” he of her (methodical rip)—rare, red snarls (boyish hair)—sew wet hernest...
- By Countee CullenWherein are words sublime or noble? What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame...
- By Countee CullenWe shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance...
- By Wo ChanBeauty on earth so blue, even the cheese flowers a culture with no democracy... Yesterday (for example...
- By Anthony HechtI The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless...
- By Sudesh MishraUp and down the campus he goes, chatting With clouds and trees or a bee worrying The hive of his beard...
- By Anne Marie RooneyGlitz girls in the spackle. Teen climbed The boughed over stair. Stole lace to begin again In darkness...
- By Spencer ShortThere’s nothing dandier than threadbare threads worn by a discerning shabby dresser. A collar’s fret...
- By Marilyn NelsonA collective family myth passed down across generations takes on the polished gleam of truth, and memories...