By Anne Halsey
At her aunt’s house
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at…
in Portchester roaming
the Jersey meadows
after flowers, she felt
something pulling
at…
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- By Lia PurpuraWhile I waited
fall came on.
I sat in one
bright interstice
and nothing
filled, it was
already at the brim… - By Maya RibaultCiao sachet chum, porkpie panache, you ditsy-dots chatelaine.
Takes that much work to be a fairy with… - By Peter KlineIf we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
- 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 Lauren RussellHammock dumping
you onto bruised
grasses, frayed
thoughts droop
sideways, hammering
morning. Slipper-
footed… - By Sarah Burgoynei say child but what i mean is now
still preferring the moss lawn to the
“superior” grass lawn my parents… - By Elizabeth MetzgerHow much longer can we ignore the mushrooms?
Their shade is surprisingly matte
with no complexity. … - By Inger Christensenso here I stand by the
out there is the
and it looks like the
is always alone with the
but around behind… - By Audre LordeFor those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone… - 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 Cesare PaveseI’m eating a little supper by the bright window.
The room’s already dark, the sky’s starting to turn… - 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 Caroline CaddyIt’s something they carry with them – explorers night shifts seamen – like a good pair of binoculars…