By Cynthia Cruz
I had a fellowship but lived poorly
On cheap beer and penny candy.
Later, a career of killing time.
But…
On cheap beer and penny candy.
Later, a career of killing time.
But…
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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 Rigoberto GonzálezBoys will be boys, the saying goes,
even if that boy will one day
age into Messiah. One would
never guess… - By Gabrielle CalvocoressiNot an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks … - By Anne Halsey1. Recent death of mother, keeps house for old father.No treatment; friends and amusement.2. Shock…
- By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By Kevin PruferThe sprayed cockroach doesn’t know
it’s already dead.
It’ll scratch around
behind the refrigerator
while… - By Courtney KampaA man sits across from me, patterned silk padlock
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from… - By Darius Simpsonbut i know better. i know poets like you don’t do no half-steppin. especially not on your way out. especially…
- By Elana BellOnce in a village that is burning
because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look… - By John BurnsideNothing is adapted to the fret
of LED and blockwork, snow-drift gusted
Over ice into
the hayricks, scraps… - By Pierre JorisIt wasn’t even around Pentecost
and nothing was flowering
but it was an overheated day
… - By Rita DoveYou prefer me invisible, no more than
a crisp salute far away from
your silks and firewood and woolens… - 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 Lucille Cliftonoh Master Of All Who Take And Wash
And Eat lift me away at the end into evening
forever into sanctified… - By Eleni Sikelianos & Courtney StephensDownload the descriptive transcript Asklepius: the god of medicine.
Asklepius had a daughter who was… - By Roger RobinsonUnder the billowing heat of the white
tarpaulin church tent, my mother lowered
her worshipping hands and… - By Courtney Conradone of twelve, your sisters’ favorite
and nightmare. Your forearm, an interceptor
for knives aimed at … - By Keith JarrettI’d bump into them in the hallway at night
when I tiptoed down to fetch apple juice.
Sometimes they would… - By Malika Bookeri.
But Noah found grace in the eyes of the lord
and thus formed the habit of my non-naming,
there …