By Darius Simpson
but i know better. i know poets like you don’t do no half-steppin. especially not on your way out. especially…
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- By Kevin PruferAn antique spacesuit with a skeleton inside it.
For many years, it has circled the earth.
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Sometimes… - By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By John BurnsideNothing is adapted to the fret
of LED and blockwork, snow-drift gusted
Over ice into
the hayricks, scraps… - By Pierre JorisYou should, once I’m gone, mourn only as long
as you hear the bell, the dark one, from the tower;
as long… - By Dean BrowneBrian, I’m still calling you Brian,
it’s raining and Sunday where you gig
now, or it isn’t. I can only… - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there … - By Nii Ayikwei ParkesSome mid days, blank moments in loud
gatherings when I fall from the conversations’
sweetening threads… - By Inua EllamsWe were wild children / we moved through space / like blades
We were tame children / we fell to sleep… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Stanley PlumlyThe end, I think, will be a little like looking down as far as I can see to where the wind has kicked…
- By Michael RobinsHere before the sun rises, I find it difficult to make the words, to lean
forward three years after your… - By Michael RobinsI dreamed you called without reason, picking up where we left the
water months ago. Origins without … - By Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my hands
like my grandfather’s hands
are his hands and they
are on the window
attached… - By Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,
And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,
Hollowing… - By CAConrad
everyone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing four legs against a thought amplifying Thanatos… - By Luke Allan1. This morning the nurse tested me for allergies. She said she’d test for “known allergies,” which …
- By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting…