By Andrew Frisardi
The city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat
On roofs and terraces, …
While little digits drum a steady beat
On roofs and terraces, …
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- By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but… - By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole
length of the snake is the length
of my brother’s body… - By John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons
Catching the … - By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped
with a fly inside his… - By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,
I can’t see his body.
Only carnations. I hear
your name and my beloved’s
in the … - By Ama Codjoe1.
He had a caribou's face. Once he let me
lick the sadness there. It tasted of salt
and moss-covered… - By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do
not step on the ground, filth will smear them;
your future will… - By J. V. CunninghamI am no shepherd of a child’s surmises.
I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises,
Thirst where… - By Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf… - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself… - By Rachel Tzvia Back1
The cyclamens have a hard time
breathing in July.
The sun ravages them and earth
is too dry.
Still… - By Trish Salahi.
Dog. The time you take home, the time you take away from home.
The insistence, the instance worried… - By Marie HoweWhat we did to the earth, we did to our daughters
one after the other.
What we did to the trees, we… - By Genevieve ArlieThe geometer wishes he were David
cut from stone by lightning, his mind
gyring wide into figures of… - By Travis Chi Wing LauTwo fingers can turn
with ease to violence:
some things must not be
permitted to grow,
so I weed with… - By Ciaran CarsonI am being paraded through the streets with my head shaved, with no memory of what I have done to deserve…
- By Countee CullenThey in their cruel traps, and we in ours,
Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours
Commiserating… - By Countee CullenWhat is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal… - By Sterling A. BrownI
When Ma Rainey
Comes to town,
Folks from anyplace
Miles aroun’,
From Cape Girardeau,
Poplar Bluff…