By Andrew Frisardi
PRIMEAt dawn, the shapes of cypresses in fog
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born…
Were fingers pointing up from graves, as if what's born…
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- By Karl KnightsThe zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me… - By William Butler YeatsA sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark… - By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Jos Charlesits a secrete
the grls speeching mye hole /
inn 2 the lindens … - By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do
not step on the ground, filth will smear them;
your future will… - By David TaitA week of autumn snow, and today the sun,
the buildings fizzy with melting, the beggar
draping his sheets… - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself… - By Shira ErlichmanOh no, I didn’t mean to believe in
the infinite. Now I’m gripping the hand
-lebars like shoulder blades… - By Natalie ShaperoGod come on stop cutting me
out of your photos God stop dragging
the mouse around my shopworn
body like… - By William ShakespeareThose lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”
To me that languished… - By Michelle Peñalozaanak like a sigh born every day
ilong lead by scent and know-how
tanong asking questions about the world… - By Trevor Ketnerbleed bull (lip, hair, spine)—sad candy fad—
anon, i shave a dad, dig a staff into mud,
stir daddylevel… - By Trevor Ketnertransmisogynists seek hymen lie / “true” he
of her (methodical rip)—rare, red snarls
(boyish hair)—sew… - By Countee CullenWherein are words sublime or noble? What
Invests one speech with haloed eminence,
Makes it the sesame… - By Countee CullenWe shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance… - By Ed Robersontimes even in the grip of trouble
get no less a sunrise than sun is capable
the capable beauty all … - By Wo ChanBeauty on earth so blue, even the cheese flowers
a culture with no democracy... Yesterday (for example… - By Anthony HechtI
The coltish horseplay of the locker room,
Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls,
With … - By Sudesh MishraUp and down the campus he goes, chatting
With clouds and trees or a bee worrying
The hive of his beard…