By Marilyn Nelson
A doll was forgotten in a bedroom
when the old owners of the house moved out
and G-ma and Gramps moved…
when the old owners of the house moved out
and G-ma and Gramps moved…
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- By Jennifer WongOn certain nights they come back,
ghost story fragments lodged in my head
from midnight taxi rides. … - By L. M. RiveraWhen the home is no more
When the mother's negative light goes also
When solitude rips the door … - By John KinsellaI have gorged on a glorious dose of poison.—Triple blessings
on the advice that was proffered!—My guts… - By Alan DuganWhy feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust?
It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the… - By Lo Kwa Mei-EnWhen the mirror swings open, it calls me obscenely
shapely. A ruby wing slaps the glass. Soft smear.… - By Sy HoahwahSevered finger of a convicted murderer uncurls like a waking pet.
Demonic compass points toward the … - By Ray GonzálezYes, I am a body of rags lying
here on the bridge waiting for
a hot rain to wash me open,
dissolve … - By John MasefieldHere, in this darkened room of this old house,
I sit beside the fire. I hear again,
Within, the scutter… - By Emily BerryIn the nighttime house I don’t know where you are
My allegiances could change
How can I stop my allegiances… - By Aase BergWill haul this gelatinous body, will lash forward this non-form, will push this organism of gas through…
- By Roger ReevesA Lowcountry marsh trembles with the blood of an African
Who refused to climb out of the salt and mud… - By Juliana Spahrthis is true
a man in an alley grabbed my arm
this is true
someone called me and left the phone dangling… - By Martín EspadaOn the road to Taos, in the town of Alcalde, the bronze statue
of Juan de Oñate, the conquistador, kept… - By Erika L. SánchezThey call it the corner of heaven:
a laboratory, a foot at the throat
of an empire. Before the holy
… - By Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume… - By Joan HortonI hear it at night
when I turn out the light.
It’s that creature who’s under my bed.
He won’t go away… - By Ishmael ReedHe frightens all the witches and the dragons in their lair
He cues the clear blue daylight and He gives… - By Edgar Lee MastersI was only eight years old; And before I grew up and knew what it meant I had no words for it, except…
- By Marie PonsotThe big doll being broken and the sawdust fall
all scattered by my shoes, not crying
I sit in my dark…