By Michael Palmer
I know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film …
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film …
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- By Robert HaydenAt Dunbar, Castle or Arcade
we rode with the exotic sheik
through deserts of erotic flowers;
held in the… - By Josh BellKung-Fu, a couch, and I might reach
emptiness tonight, stuck on that Midwest
hoo-doo, counting cemetery… - By Chana BlochOn the holiest day we fast till sundown.
I watch the sun stand still
as the horizon edges toward it. Four… - By Sarah RuhlSome say: to do the necessary task is greatness;
I say: do the least necessary thing first.
I don't… - By Lynn EmanuelLove is boring and passé, all that old baggage,
the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic,
retrograde… - By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic…
- By Kiki PetrosinoSo I lean back & Redford asks, “Water warm enough?”
& I don’t answer because I’m holding my breath.
… - By Norman FinkelsteinI have built a machine to visit the stars.
I have built a machine to outlast the stars.
There is a glass… - By Nikki GiovanniI watched Mommy
Cook
Though I cooked
With Grandmother
With Grandmother I learned
To pluck chickens
… - By Haki R. MadhubutiFrequently during my mornings of pain & reflection
when I can’t write
or articulate my thoughts
or locate… - By Elizabeth TheriotHead tilted back, eyes to the light, I squeeze single tears of moisturizer from the glass jar: forehead…
- By Uma MenonMy first instinct is to translate
the word. Make it easier to understand
without saying the word itself… - By Anuradha Bhowmik
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((dOn `T fOrGeT… - By Hyejung KookAgain this year I’ve failed the peonies that came to us
when we bought our house in summer, not knowing… - By Julia EdwardsBehind me, a man retrieves waterfalls
of coins from a vending machine while
laundry owners fold cloth… - By Nikki GrimesI come home,
feet about to bleed
from angry stomping.
“Boy!” says Mom.
“Quit making all that racket.… - By Marilyn NelsonA doll was forgotten in a bedroom
when the old owners of the house moved out
and G-ma and Gramps moved… - By T.J. ClarkThe sea in the wind in the half-light, clearing its throat of pebbles,
Cloud shadows coming down the… - By Marcus WickerSome of you future motherfuckers oughta be
ashamed about the state of your ply count.
Ol’ hologram…