By Courtney Kampa
A man sits across from me, patterned silk padlock
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from…
at his neck and orders us whatever
people drink from…
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- By Cameron Awkward-RichIt is morning. Remember that.
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment… - By Peter KlineIf we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
- By Sarah Burgoynei say child but what i mean is now
still preferring the moss lawn to the
“superior” grass lawn my parents… - By Molly FiskYesterday I was so lonely
I could barely walk,
my friend being mobbed
by her grandchildren
as we made… - By Rickey LaurentiisWhy doubt I’d grow breasts a ‘Natural’ way?
Am I not ‘Real’ Flesh? Am I not enworthied sway
of that … - By Elizabeth MetzgerHow much longer can we ignore the mushrooms?
Their shade is surprisingly matte
with no complexity. … - By Kim StaffordI guess you could call me broken,
says one. I’m still lonely, says another,
but now I can name it with… - By Audre LordeFor those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone… - By Gerald SternNothing by or for itself, the sound of
eggs hard-boiling in the hot water
echoed by the heavy rain that… - By Meg KearneyThe girl hunting with her father approaches
the strange man who has stopped at the end
of his day to… - By Dionisio D. MartínezTo the one who sets a second place at the table anyway.
To the one at the back of the empty bus.
… - By Robert HaydenSundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands… - By Allen GrossmanToward evening, the natural light becomes
intelligent and answers, without demur:
“Be assured! You are… - By Edgar Allan PoeFrom childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring… - By William Carlos WilliamsIf I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc… - By Geoffrey BrockFloodlights have flared on behind and above
Where I sit in my public chair.
The lawn that had gradually… - By Renee GladmanLong before the fresh apple crisis, my life had some form to it. I would wake in the mornings—I would…
- By Michael HofmannIt's all right
Unless you're either lonely or under attack.
That strange effortful
Repositioning of … - By Anne CarsonI
I can hear little clicks inside my dream.
Night drips its silver tap
down the back.
At 4 A.M. I wake…