By Hannah Bambach
I feel like my mother when I am in love.
I think it is the strawberries I grow on my windowsill
to have…
I think it is the strawberries I grow on my windowsill
to have…
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- By Carole Boston WeatherfordIt was written in the stars:
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a … - By Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - By Li-Young LeeWrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn… - By Rosabetty MuñozHere we converge toward the only star.
Let’s fall in, love of mine,
let’s drop our oars
down to where night… - By Rosabetty MuñozAquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.
Volquémonos amado mío,
dejemos caer los remos
hasta donde la noche… - By Julian GewirtzMy new country says drinks are cheap and I know what he wants.
Bartender folds her forefinger nine ninety… - By Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should… - By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the… - By Nome Emeka Patricklate night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside
play the the drums of their lives
the candle by… - By Ali LiebegottI want to grow old with you.
Old, old.
So old we pad through the supermarket
using the shopping cart… - By Hart CraneI
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have … - By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.… - By M. Bartley SeigelOn this cross-quarter day, quick to temper and cool,
your long lashes startle me with their rime of … - By Kara Jacksonstill, living like they orbit one another,
my grandfather, the planet, & grandma, his moon assigned… - By Wendy BattinIf you can taste the oak in aging love,
then no betrayal overcomes the taste
of smoke on the lips and… - By Craig Santos PerezI don't love you as if you were rare earth metals,
conflict diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that … - By Mohja KahfHere it is Ramadan
and I forgot to pray
I can think only of you
Here it is iftar
and I forgot to eat… - By Luther HughesI came to understand you, dear aperture,
dear sweet sweet apple. I lean into the raven
headboard and… - By Geraldine Clarksoni married a person of great age whom i had won
in a bet. they seemed prophet or king. of considerable…