By R. L. Swihart
The young man says, “Alan can do anything he wants”“Not fly,” I sayThe young man returns a puzzled look...
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- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- By Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence in foreground, sound...
- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Cole Swensena river slips in shifting leaves sifting. a river sifts and falls to pieces in which not seen (this ...
- He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
- By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight for reception, called to tell you I had a good time hearing...
- By Holly Mitchell1. After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Justin Phillip ReedThere it goes, thin thing, cheshiring between trees whose reaper-robes trail their trains deep underground...
- By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence...
- By H.D.He and I sought together, over the spattered table, rhymes and flowers, gifts for a name. He said, among...
- By H.D.Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens and the sea takes on...
- By Aria AberOver Skype, I try to document my mother’s bald-shaved youth—she has a surplus in truths, and science...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat In Chile named Micronyteris giovanniae Dr. Robert Baker named it After me. He discovered...