By A. Van Jordan
Lately, my friends ask me, out of love, have I written about my mother, who suffers under the storm ...
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- By Jordan PérezWe have been shitting and pissing in the sealed buses through the night, then out, and stadium lights...
- By Denise LetoWrite of water in each of its motions, of matters worn away by water, to give her what can't remain ...
- By Kitchen McKeowni search for god but the sun is a penny. looper moths form halos beneath the streetlamps. summer’s ghostly...
- By Raych JacksonYour hands have no more worth than tree stumps at harvest. Don’t sit on my porch while I make myself...
- By Clark MooreAs Walter settled in to finish his coffee, he was struck by a phantom, peripheral visage, white as pins...
- By John AshberySitting between the sea and the buildings He enjoyed painting the sea’s portrait. But just as children...
- By John AshberyThe first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of...
- By Maceo J. WhitakerSestina Jackson met Text-Deft James on 09/09/09.A Red Hook, BK dock party celebrated Otis Redding’sBirthday...
- By A.E. StallingsNow we’re all “friends,” there is no love but Like, A semi-demi goddess, something like A reality-TV...
- By Camille GuthrieI was too shy to say anything but Your poems are so beautiful. What kinds of things, feelings, or ideas...
- By Randall MannThis may sound queer, but in 1985 I held the delicate hands of Dan White: I prepared him for burial;...
- By David FerryThe unclean spirits cry out in the body Or mind of the guest Ellen in a loud voice Torment me not, and...
- By Algernon Charles SwinburneThere is no woman living that draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not one...
- By Rudyard KiplingSpeakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all— The ’appy roads that take you o’er the world. Speakin’ in...
- By Ezra PoundLOQUITUR: En Betrans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife. Eccovi...
- By Algernon Charles SwinburneI saw my soul at rest upon a day As a bird sleeping in the nest of night, Among soft leaves that give...
- By Frank BidartWhat none knows is when, not if. Now that your life nears its end when you turn back what you see is...
- By David FerryThe unclean spirits cry out in the body Or mind of the guest Ellen in a loud voice Torment me not, and...
- By Sandra BeasleyYou must not skirt the issue wearing skirts.You must not duck the bullet using ducks. You must not face...