By Martha Silano
Because why not? Why not take the smashed pinecone
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of…
of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of…
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- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men
who broke into her apartment
and murdered her boyfriend,
then, as she… - By Layli Long SoldierHere, the sentence will be respected.
I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules… - By Federico García Lorca1.
La cogida y la muerte
A las cinco de la tarde.
Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde.
Un niño trajo… - By Federico García Lorca1
The Goring and the Death
At five in the afternoon
At the stroke of five
The boy brought the white… - By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres
property would have been even larger
had J not sold 66 acres to … - By Lucie Brock-BroidoHow odd that she would die into an August
night, I would have thought
she would have gone out in a pale… - By Gabriel RamirezI couldn’t be who I am
today if it wasn’t for you
being dead. It was time
for glitter, nail polish, … - By Rachel Tzvia Back1
The cyclamens have a hard time
breathing in July.
The sun ravages them and earth
is too dry.
Still… - By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the south we are busy now
slaughtering each other, there's no time
for flowers—
Slowly summer will
scalding… - By Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against… - By Tristan Tzarathen the clouds rolled in
young is the night that is to say
a cellophane softness ensued
which blew … - By Assotto Saintwhere
do you find
strength
to climb
down the hill
to your lover’s
grave
what
do you bring
but thirteen… - By Patti Smithnotebook
divine love is so.
invisible.
notebook
november 1. all souls day. rimbaud-o. go
to hell. picasso… - By David St. JohnWho keeps the owl’s breath? Whose eyes desire?
Why do the stars rhyme? Where does
The flush cargo sail… - By Jeanne LarsenIf I claim this poem presents the tundra
swans we saw at first light, you might,
wrongly, think of … - By Thylias MossBecause all energy went into making him breathe
dawn was not noticeable
though on the beach it was … - By Audre LordeI have not ever seen my father’s grave.
Not that his judgment eyes
have been forgotten
nor his great… - By Cody SmithRemember when we almost drowned in ’03, the woods
so thick we only knew the rainstorm by sound of thunder… - By John KinsellaPollination against the seed to grow canopy
and mark place in shades of green—dry here to reflect
in…