By Kimiko Hahn
The child looks out the window at the peeling barn.
The mother sits on the roof and waves at her.
The…
The mother sits on the roof and waves at her.
The…
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- By Michael Luis MedranoJesús José Medrano went away
no more motel rooms to clean
he asked my dad to take his place
when Dad… - By Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against… - By Randall MannThe vulgar ones will grind, and gnaw the bone,
our semipublic faces caked with joy.
The pure admire … - By Raymond AntrobusMy mother says my father had a heartless sense of humour.
That winter she fell, ice on the road—
She can… - By Jennifer HorneWe don’t know how to behave.
As in adolescence, we stand uneasily
At awkward distances from one another… - By Anthony HechtWe have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt… - By George BradleySuppose your mere existence sickened you,
That human kind appeared the name of greed,
Your horse a god… - By A.E. StallingsTo build a labyrinth it takes
A twisted mind, a puzzled art,
A fractal branching of mistakes.
Drag … - By Maria HummelDear sip, dear shotgun, dear pound:
beneath the house, the kegs roll in;
the party flips its switches… - By Veronica Forrest-ThomsonIt is the sense, it is the sense, controls,
Landing every poem like a fish.
Unhuman forms must not assert… - By Diane Gilliam FisherShe cannot imagine it otherwise.
She wakes in the morning and twists her ring,
loves how every night… - By Kiki PetrosinoWe opened the door to the fairy house
& took our tea on matching pebble seats.
Somehow we got out of… - By Adrienne SuDropping napkins, corks, and non-compostables
into the trash, I see that friends have mistaken
my everyday… - By Richard HugoThe dim boy claps because the others clap.
The polite word, handicapped, is muttered in the stands. … - By Anthony LawrenceMy darling turns to poetry at night.
What began as flirtation, an aside
Between abstract expression … - By Lilace Mellin GuignardChild, when you’re sad put on your blue shoes.
You know that Mama loves you lollipops
and Daddy still… - By David ShapiroNothing rhymes in English with an orange.
It stands alone, with luster in a far tinge.
It stands alone… - By Billy RamsellTo render the ocean one needs a whole year
with Zoom in freezing fingers on a quarter-mile of coast.
Sound… - By Theodore RoethkeI wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where…