By Natasha Rao
lusting and unafraid. In this bipedal incarnation I have always been scared of my own ripening, mother...
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- By Osip MandelstamToo black, too much indulged, living in clover, all little withers, all air, all charity, all crumbling...
- By Jesús Papoleto MeléndezIf some nice person Were to be walking by the front of my house and would pick a flower from the breasts...
- By Khaty XiongHere at my parents’ farm trumpeting bees scoring in the ears of all flowerkind chilies and kabocha ...
- By Nikki WallschlaegerMy fav event as harvest season approaches is the rough seed that escaped the plots. If there’s a cornfield...
- By Arvind Krishna Mehrotra1 Close to each other, socially undistanced, the mulberry leaves, uniformly green, shall turn brown ...
- By James McMichaelThe Artichoke She bore only the heart, Worked at the stem with her Fingers, pulling it to her, And into her, like...
- By Marion McCreadyA Mardi Gras of primroses line my driveway. Pin-eyed, thrum-eyed, natural selection in action; the carnival...
- By Sylvia Legrispart 1. uprooted the early sky 1 Luminous flowers and luminous insects. Fire lilies and fireflies. ...
- By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit. The pool is the only place where screaming ...
- By Carolyn GuinzioNeighbor, your mower cast dust over the edge where the field meets the field, toy-sized ring- necked...
- By Susan StewartWho are you? Where are you hiding? Were you thrown, tumbling through space, aleatory, radiant, only ...
- By Divya VictorWe are on our knees. We are saying that the tulips have had it hard this week. We are saying something...
- By John KinsellaPollination against the seed to grow canopy and mark place in shades of green—dry here to reflect in...
- By Fanny HoweMonostich: a long sentence Sternum: a little chest Heart: upside down Location of the unconscious: Empty...
- By Sylvia Legris1 A pepper of bees opens the pupils. An ensemble of aromatics Chorus aphrodisia, mariner’s root, bright sky and...
- By Karenne WoodWhen I learned I might have cancer, I bought fifteen white lilies. Easter was gone: the trumpets were...
- By Tacey M. AtsittyJust when he thought to loom the backyard for bud & Just when he came to admire, or thought to dote ...
- By Kiki PetrosinoI’ll conjure the perfect Easter & we’ll plant mini spruces in the yard— my pink gloves & your green ...
- By Jill BialoskyOur labor realized in the crowns of marigolds, blue eyes of the hydrangeas, smell of lavender and late...