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 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 Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Jane HirshfieldOn the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers...
- 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 Terrance HayesBroken EarthYear of Release: 1939Running Time: 11 minutesCast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boyI am...
- By D. A. Powell“Anyway, it isn’t forever,” Chris said, “eventually you’re dead.” And we laughed Besides, everything...
- By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022 A call is just a call. I pick it up. Jan.6.2022 I lift blankets looking for my father. Jan...
- By Ahmad Almallahthe wound is bleeding into white the wound is threading clouds across the eye, across its view and how...
- By A. Van JordanLately, my friends ask me, out of love, have I written about my mother, who suffers under the storm ...
- By Kara KrewerUnder which she pruned the peach trees and a tiny gateway opened in her spine. That pain distilled there...
- By Jennifer Bartlettto walk means to fall to thrust forward to fall and catch the seemingly random is its own system of gestures based...
- By Assotto Saintwhere do you find strength to climb down the hill to your lover’s grave what do you bring but thirteen...
- By Marie HoweThere’s always a chainsaw somewhere, the high whine of a drill, somebody building something or tearing...
- By Haki R. MadhubutiFrequently during my mornings of pain & reflection when I can’t write or articulate my thoughts or locate...
- By Nikki GiovanniI watched Mommy Cook Though I cooked With Grandmother With Grandmother I learned To pluck chickens Peel...
- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...
- By T. S. EliotTwelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations...