By William Olsen
Observation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
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- By Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold War
they had 30 leftover dolphins.
An officer… - By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed
at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous.
You unhooked… - By Richard SikenDriving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make
the new streets… - By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s
mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence… - By Amber AdamsOn the morning after my death
it will seem like any other day
where you will both wake and sleep
and… - By C.L. O’DellOne day
either you
or me
as if drugged
will be staring
at a collage
of photos
in an unfamiliar
foyer… - By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose,
My dear, the text my musings glose:
I call you for convenience love.
… - By Shira ErlichmanIn the cab, you turn pink from the streetlights checkering the window.
Just as palpable, you grow inner… - By Brian GyamfiWhen Eloise tells Kofi she wants a divorce,
he sits naked on the kitchen floor skinning
an ox tongue… - By Gabrielle BatesI am warned against marrying
early love. I am also told
it works out, sometimes,
for saplings can be… - By Isabel Duarte-GrayThe Devil made a meal of me and all
the Sundays I was sleeping.
To think of all the hours,
what I might… - By Philip Metres1.
Outside, in a country with no word
for outside, they cluster on trees,
red bunches. I looked up… - By Susan BrowneI know something’s cooking
When you give me that look,
Your eyes appearing slightly crossed
Above your… - By Lauren WhiteheadOkay
Tell that to the palm
of this Black man’s hand
ever so slightly cupped
and carrying in its bend… - By Charlotte PenceI. Only Use Light Years When Talking to the General Public
or to squirrels who test spring between … - By Keetje KuipersUp the snow-slicked hill, the truck's tracks behind
us like the drag of our twin wedding trains,
until… - By Geraldine Clarksoni married a person of great age whom i had won
in a bet. they seemed prophet or king. of considerable… - By Mairead Small StaidHe ringed my finger in the golden hour, late day
Of a long winter, & it has been spring
Ever since…