By Jessica Rigney
It's important she says that summer
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…
Flatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…
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- By Amy M. AlvarezNaturally, broken glass, throbbing bass, a roll of bills and a paper bag passed between the hands of…
- By Reginald Dwayne Betts[An Outline for a Film]
A woman leans against a man who leans
against a brick wall watching cars stop… - By Alvin FeinmanThis this will it always be, and why
To ever argue for: here walking
In its life, or sprawled, or loitering… - By Rachel Tzvia Back1
The cyclamens have a hard time
breathing in July.
The sun ravages them and earth
is too dry.
Still… - By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the capital the women are fasting.
50 days for the 50 day war
in a white tent on burning pavement… - By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the south we are busy now
slaughtering each other, there's no time
for flowers—
Slowly summer will
scalding… - By Linda Rodriguezthat I smile too widely,
grinning really, and laugh
too loud and often; that I walk
with spring and … - By Nikki GiovanniI always like summer
best
you can eat fresh corn
from daddy's garden
and okra
and greens
and cabbage… - By Kwoya Fagin MaplesMy brother still bites his nails to the quick,
but lately he’s been allowing them to grow.
So much hurt… - By Ed Robersonstrophe
Faraway trains distant planes
the din permeating streets of traffic
sounds, but summer coming… - By Annie FinchOur voices press
from us
and twine
around the year's
fermenting wine
Yellow fall roars
Over the ground… - By E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the… - By Joseph MasseySober for once, for what—
for the words to budge.
We spent summer propped up
by each other's stuttering… - By Jose Hernandez DiazA mango fell from a tree into a jaguar’s paws. It was late summer. The jaguar devoured the fruit and…
- By Jose Hernandez DiazA jaguar sat in a tree. It was midsummer. The sun was shining fiercely. The jaguar was a golden color…
- By Robert WrigleyMore oblique the eagle’s angle
than the osprey’s precipitous fall,
but rose up both and under them dangled… - By Kit FanIt was summer in Hokkaido.
The forest stole the wind
and I swallowed my footsteps.
Nobody came to the… - By Sy HoahwahIn the month of cleaning family plots, I learned football among graves. All summer, fangs were plentiful…
- By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit.
The pool is the only place where
screaming …