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