Şiir Austerity / by Janet Loxley Lewis Adem Özbay25 Kasım 20130 From "Cold Hills" * I have lived so long On the...
Şiir Suddenly / by Sharon Olds Adem Özbay05 Kasım 20130 And suddenly, it's today, it's this morning they are putting Ruth into the earth, her breasts going down, under...
Şiir The Bride Tree Can’t Be Read / by Brenda Hillman Adem Özbay28 Ekim 20130 The bride tree puts down its roots below the phyla. It is there when we die & when we are born, middle...
Şiir My Childhood / by Matthew Zapruder Adem Özbay20 Eylül 20130 the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop making a sound like a drawer closing you will never...
Şiir Self-Portrait in a Wire Jacket / by Monica Youn Adem Özbay12 Ağustos 20130 To section off is to intensify, to deaden. Some surfaces cannot be salvaged. Leave them to lose...
Şiir Wonder Cabinet / by Tina Chang Adem Özbay03 Ağustos 20130 I opened the silver pronged evening and translated the great song of the Industrial Age. Each night I...
Yazılar It was a hard thing to undo this knot / by Gerard Manley Hopkins Adem Özbay28 Temmuz 20130 It was a hard thing to undo this knot. The rainbow shines, but only in the thought Of him that looks. Yet...
Yazılar from Please Bury Me in This / by Allison Benis White Adem Özbay16 Temmuz 20130 Maybe my arms lifted as a woman lowers a dress over my head. This is not what I want to tell you....
Yazılar Excelsior / by Walt Whitman Adem Özbay06 Temmuz 20130 Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther, And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of...
Şiir Getting Close / by Victoria Redel Adem Özbay28 Haziran 20130 Because my mother loved pocketbooks I come alive at the opening click or close of a metal clasp....
Şiir Permanence / by Denise Duhamel Adem Özbay26 Haziran 20130 The barista at the coffee shop is covered in tattoos. She says there are only two ways they hold her back. 1. She...
Şiir Summer in the South / by Paul Laurence Dunbar Adem Özbay22 Haziran 20130 The oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods...
Şiir from The Princess / [Sweet and low, sweet and low] by Lord Alfred Tennyson Adem Özbay19 Haziran 20130 Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western...
Şiir Birding at the Dairy / by Sidney Wade Adem Özbay14 Haziran 20130 We're searching for the single yellow-headed blackbird...
Şiir Proximity / by Randall Mann Adem Özbay13 Haziran 20130 Out of the fog comes a little white bus. It ferries us south to the technical mouth of the bay. This is...
Şiir Earth Your Dancing Place / by May Swenson Adem Özbay06 Haziran 20130 Beneath heaven's vault remember always walking through halls of cloud down aisles of sunlight or through high...