Poem
By Ann-Margaret Lim
Holding his stare in mine, I flip the bird
at a grown man
on a stool in front of the street bar
on the …
at a grown man
on a stool in front of the street bar
on the …
Category
Coming of Age
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- PoemBy Mitchell GlazierStiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.
Lantern flies triple from the sleeping… - PoemBy Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
- PoemBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - PoemBy Shara McCallumWhy yu always ask stupid question, ee?
The man call mango head because him head
shape like mango. What… - PoemBy Sarah CarsonThe last man here wanted
what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say,
my baby. The narrow of his eyes… - PoemBy Carol Ann DuffyAt childhood’s end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses… - PoemBy Sarah CarsonThe first gun we knew came in a toolbox for the apocalypse: hammer, barrel, crushed can, pack of Newports…
- PoemBy Miguel A. VegaIf, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse,
every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake—…
- PoemBy Max FischerTaking off my clothes
feels like peeling off parts of
myself as if I’m a butterfly
with its wings sheared… - PoemBy Tamsin MooreLong, empty roads stretching as long as the gas tank is willing—
Sixty-seven dollars left from last … - PoemBy Wayne MillerMy daughter is building a path
across the lake.
Each morning she goes out
with an armful of boards
and hammers… - PoemBy Natasha SajéDo for your neck what you do for your face.
Face your neck whatever the case. Pace yourself
for 35-55,… - PoemBy Lev RubinsteinTranslated By Tatiana Tulchinsky & Philip Metres1
Well, what on earth is there to say?
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He knows something, but won’t tell.
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Who knows, maybe you’re …