By Cornelius Eady
I’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
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- By Matthew RohrerReading a kind of laborious poem about rural things and a horse is shot for breaking its leg. I still...
- By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
- By Xi ChuanIf I could, I would put on a facemask and walk into the desert to meet with fairies and angels. I put...
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disaster a of out us - 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.I know not what to do,my mind is reft:is song's gift best?is love's gift loveliest?I know not what to...
- By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat In Chile named Micronyteris giovanniae Dr. Robert Baker named it After me. He discovered...
- By Shanta LeeHunger like her mama Most strong in White gaze as in a Cowbird’s flirtation Sprouted in eyes to tongues to bellies...
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- By Solmaz SharifEverywhere we went, I went in pigtails no one could see— ribbon curled by a scissor’s sharp edge, the...
- By Frank Marshall Davis“He is bitter A bitter bitter Cynic” They said “And his wine He brews from wormwood” I was black and...
- By Safia Elhilloit’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t ...
- By Emanuel XavierI wanted to be a poet. I hustled my way into the literary scene much like I had at the piers. They watched...
- By Trish Salahi. Dog. The time you take home, the time you take away from home. The insistence, the instance worried...
- By Kimiko HahnI cannot consider scent without you, I cannot think that color so gay, so Japanese, so vernal without...
- By Kimiko Hahni. I am in the middle of “The Fourteen Poems" by Sun Bu-er (“Clear and Calm Free Human”), Taoist and...
- By Lucille Cliftonwon't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylonbabylon...
- By Diane SeussSome women make a pilgrimage to visit it in the Indiana library charged to keep it safe. I didn’t drive...
- By Solmaz SharifUpon my return to the US, he asks my occupation. Teacher. What do you teach? Poetry. I hate poetry, the officer...
- By Linda NortonI'm reading John Wieners chapbook, Pressed Wafer, at one of the giant tables upstairs in the archives where I ...