By Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Not an optimist. I lie awake at night and say the name
of everyone on the block and for three blocks …
of everyone on the block and for three blocks …
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- By Linda HoganSleep with your face visible so the young will remember you are with them.
You want the others to see… - By Patrick RosalHere, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,
my double heart, under a beat-up slat
of divine… - By Ann-Margaret LimEvery day is perfect, if
when you wake, you hear birds
in the garden, in the yard. Birds
up and down, ushering… - By Rowan Wilde Riggsconstellations of dimwitted substrate
twinkle like formless apparitions.
i keep walking forward
so your… - By Rowan Wilde RiggsA ball of yarn is attempting to unravel my wits.
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each … - By Oak MorseGot to gala glaze lavender my pansy hoist my symphony
little gal Fauntleroy in ultra dire
cootie yuntra… - By Magda PortalI'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths… - By Doug GonzalezCan You Hope Remember Remobilize Reorganize Revitalize Rewrite Relearn Repair Return Can You Know…
- By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowUnder a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large… - By Carolyn ForchéThese are your stones, assembled in matchbox and tin,
collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct,
battlefield… - By Jessica RigneyIt's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'… - By Lesley YoungeThe first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me… - By Imtiaz DharkerAt last I’m taking off this coat,
this black coat of a country
that I swore for years was mine,
that… - By Tilsa OttaUn club nocturno no hace un verano
Mas creo en el perreo
Eterno recreo
En la agitación de la masa crítica… - By Tilsa OttaA nightclub doesn’t make a summer
I believe more in perreo
Play everlasting
In the agitation of a critical… - By Petr HruškaThey had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped…