By Maggie Queeney
laurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, …
handful lashed into pipes, …
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- By Maggie QueeneyThe look I am hunting: the one
that through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skein
of… - By Maggie QueeneyA corruption of grammar—what knowledge
I have come by comes through the eyes To my hands—lightning runs… - By Peter O’LearyBlood-gushered mountainside a brass parapegma of noon
glares behind: gore of hides. Beasts all slain. Shadeless midday. Specterless
differentiation. Glad day zodiacs augur. Awl of insight; hunters'
blades. Actaeon: and the spirits of motion. Actaeon
uttering:... - By Xiao Yue Shan1
listen carefully—there is land or there is water,
and a time where
you may mistake one for another.
there… - By Randall MannFirst I want to thank you all for coming,
for standing so patiently in line.
I know these are difficult… - By Li-Young LeeAnother word for father is worry.
Worry boils the water
for tea in the middle of the night.
Worry trimmed… - By Li-Young LeeI can hear in your voice
you were born in one country
and will die in another, and where you live is where… - By C. S. GiscombeI was a woman in a prison camp, my job
was to work in the yard. I walked away,
drifted north, like I do, and came to Canada; but by then I was
a man dressed in a long soviet coat, wool with... - By Ada LimónEnough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower
and snowshoes, maple and seeds, samara and shoot,
enough… - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Imtiaz DharkerAt last I’m taking off this coat,
this black coat of a country
that I swore for years was mine,
that I wore more out of habit
than design.
Born... - By Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and... - By Sasha DugdaleThe downs are certainly lovely, although by mortal loveliness
did you mean they would disappear one day… - By avery r. younga•ver•y (ā ver'ē), n. dark(iss) ¹blk-male chile foundate(id) in luv unlimit(id) fuc(k) anthem(s). ²jee…
- By Martha SilanoBecause why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of… - By Martha SilanoIs this the last time I’ll admire the guys
in their neon-yellow slickers, guiding us
to our parking spots… - By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By Blas FalconerIn Francisco Oller’s El Velorio, a child lies
on a table as if sleeping. It is covered in lace
and blossoms…