By William Butler Yeats
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying ...
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- By Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...
- By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
- By CAConrad“this is your captain” Frank says from the cockpit “all passengers wishing to bail out any time during...
- By Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...
- By Ahmad Almallahthe world is not as bad as our neighbors made it to be that day— we’ve seen worse days— and how beautiful...
- By Tristan Tzarathen the clouds rolled in young is the night that is to say a cellophane softness ensued which blew ...
- By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people wet inside...
- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...
- By UnknownOft him anhaga are gebideð, metudes miltse, þeah þe he modcearig geond lagulade longe sceolde hreran...
- By John Gillespie Magee Jr.Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of EarthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I...
- By Katie WillinghamDiagram of a diagram: if properly decoded, the first image which will appear is a circle. Or, go backwards...
- By Katie HartsockIn order to assess the situation, a good wall is necessary for strategic leaning and contemplative exhalations...
- By Robin BeckerThe desert is butch, she dismisses your illusions about what might do to make your life work better,...
- By Robin BeckerThink of the fox skins belted to the backs of the dancers at Santo Domingo Pueblo, a thousand fox skins...
- By Anni LiuNotice the theme of floating, our volunteer guide says, pointing to the light gray exterior walls. We take out...
- By Gabriel DozalThe only thing sure in this world is death and Texas. The word crosser turtles in the throat of customs while a worker steers...
- By Gabriel DozalAcross the fence, words are like mattresses that can aid our passage. We’re wearing what we’re slipping...
- By April Halprin WaylandThe best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this teal convertible ...
- By Nathalie HandalShe told me, Mama, I want to see the world. I told her, Go. When she returned she said: I saw barefoot...