By Pierre Joris
wake up in pre-
dawn Brooklyn,
make water, heat water, squeeze
lemon, crush home-grown (at Joseph’s
on 68th…
dawn Brooklyn,
make water, heat water, squeeze
lemon, crush home-grown (at Joseph’s
on 68th…
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- By Sharon OldsI love the conversations we have
after making love—of course it’s just me, making
love to myself, talking… - By Sarina RomeroJorge, no matter where we go together
there is always a great national myth bearing down.
The one I … - By Tishani DoshiSo far from Worcester, Massachusetts.
Elizabeth—you, here! At my dentist's
in Madras, sitting with … - By Anne SextonI am surprised to see
that the ocean is still going on.
Now I am going back
and I have ripped my hand… - By Sandra Maria EstevesTo Whom It Does Concern:
Could we please have just one space flight,
one nine-million dollar adventure… - By Robert LowellForty years ago we were here
where we are now,
the same erotic May-wind blew
the trees from there to… - By Louise BoganI came here, being stricken, stumbling out
At last from streets; the sun, decreasing, took me
For days… - By Danez Smithdear suicide
how is the war? is it eating?
tell me of the girls charging
backwards into dumb tides
… - By James K. BaxterThere was a message. I have forgotten it.
There was a journey to make. It did not come to anything.
… - By Linda BierdsDear One,
Do you have the time? Can you take
the time? Can you make
the time?
To visit me? The hospital… - By Stephen SandyAfter the declaration by emperor
to stop the war
many people in Tokyo killed themselves,
for instance… - By W. S. Graham1
This is only a noteThis is only a note / To say Echoes the title of William Carlos Williams’s poem… - By James SchuylerDear Kenward,
What a pearl
of a letter knife. It's just
the thing I needed, something
to rest my eyes… - By Alexander PopeShut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog… - By Jill McDonoughThe night we got bashed we told Rusty how
they drove up, yelled QUEER, threw a hot dog, sped off.
Rusty… - By William E. StaffordAll the Sioux were defeated. Our clan
got poor, but a few got richer.
They fought two wars. I did not… - By Joshua BeckmanDear Angry Mob,
Oak Wood Trail is closed to you. We
feel it unnecessary to defend our position,
for… - By Tess GallagherI have had to write this down
in my absence and yours. These
things happen. Thinking
of a voice added… - By Doug AndersonDear Martín:
In Izalco, while Christ waits for Easter
in his glass tomb in the cathedral
a single long…