By Kimiko Hahn
The child looks out the window at the peeling barn. The mother sits on the roof and waves at her. The...
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- By Michael Luis MedranoJesús José Medrano went away no more motel rooms to clean he asked my dad to take his place when Dad...
- By Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against...
- By Randall MannThe vulgar ones will grind, and gnaw the bone, our semipublic faces caked with joy. The pure admire ...
- By Raymond AntrobusMy mother says my father had a heartless sense of humour. That winter she fell, ice on the road— She...
- By Jennifer HorneWe don’t know how to behave. As in adolescence, we stand uneasily At awkward distances from one another...
- By Anthony HechtWe have set out from here for the sublime Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; I have no doubt...
- By George BradleySuppose your mere existence sickened you, That human kind appeared the name of greed, Your horse a god...
- By A.E. StallingsTo build a labyrinth it takes A twisted mind, a puzzled art, A fractal branching of mistakes. Drag out...
- By Maria HummelDear sip, dear shotgun, dear pound: beneath the house, the kegs roll in; the party flips its switches...
- By Veronica Forrest-ThomsonIt is the sense, it is the sense, controls, Landing every poem like a fish. Unhuman forms must not assert...
- By Diane Gilliam FisherShe cannot imagine it otherwise. She wakes in the morning and twists her ring, loves how every night...
- By Kiki PetrosinoWe opened the door to the fairy house & took our tea on matching pebble seats. Somehow we got out of...
- By Adrienne SuDropping napkins, corks, and non-compostables into the trash, I see that friends have mistaken my everyday...
- By Richard HugoThe dim boy claps because the others clap. The polite word, handicapped, is muttered in the stands. ...
- By Anthony LawrenceMy darling turns to poetry at night. What began as flirtation, an aside Between abstract expression ...
- By Lilace Mellin GuignardChild, when you’re sad put on your blue shoes. You know that Mama loves you lollipops and Daddy still...
- By David ShapiroNothing rhymes in English with an orange. It stands alone, with luster in a far tinge. It stands alone...
- By Billy RamsellTo render the ocean one needs a whole yearwith Zoom in freezing fingers on a quarter-mile of coast.Sound...
- By Theodore RoethkeI wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where...