Austerity / by Janet Loxley Lewis
From "Cold Hills" *…
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 hill, like the moon and…
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 & upper…
My Childhood / by Matthew Zapruder
the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop making a sound like a drawer closing you will never get to hold that I…
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 function, to persist only (daha&helliip;)
Wonder Cabinet / by Tina Chang
I opened the silver pronged evening and translated the great song of the Industrial Age. Each night I hoped it would tell a different ending.…
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 not in that…
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. (daha&helliip;)
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 the (daha&helliip;)
Getting Close / by Victoria Redel
Because my mother loved pocketbooks I come alive at the opening click or close of a metal clasp. (daha&helliip;)
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 can't work…
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 of green, Timid and hesitating. (daha&helliip;)
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 sea! Over the rolling…
Birding at the Dairy / by Sidney Wade
We're searching for the single yellow-headed blackbird (daha&helliip;)
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 biopharma, Double Helix…