PoemThe Tempest ["You do look, my son...", 4.1.146-163]By William ShakespeareYou do look, my son, in a moved sort,As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.Our revels now are ended…
PoemYou Broke My HeartBy Meredith StrickerI was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
PoemSagesse “10”By H.D.Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-poolso that it and the rock are indistinguishablefrom the…
PoemThere’s No Meaning: A Repeating PoemTranslated By Daniel OwenWORKSHOP 5: MY CAPTIVE its voice’s echo comes back to make a sound wall of its voice standing in a circle in front of a globe full of time traps fingers that clutch a rat
PoemTidak Ada Artinya: Satu Puisi BerulangWORKSHOP 5: TAWANAN AKU gema suaranya kembali lagi membuat dinding bunyi dari suaranya berdiri melingkar di depan bulatan penuh perangkap waktu jari-jari yang menggenggam tikus
PoemIf You Would Understand What Happened on the Road to DamascusBy Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,put it out. Let it wait.Let it wait till it isdry and cool. Let it wait…
PoemSix Reasons I Can't Answer the Door for Him at 3 in the MorningBy Sarah Carson The last man here wanted what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say, my baby. The narrow of his eyes…
PoemIt Was Over Way Back ThenBy Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?No. Separate bedrooms for…
PoemSaint AugustineBy Nick Flynn Saint Augustine preached humility & the need to simply be on the ground. Do you wish to rise? he asked…
PoemStories No One Wants to Hear [V-XII]By Anastasia Taylor-Lindv.Isn’t it dangerous to be a woman? Surrounded by men, questionsabout risk-taking, parenting (I’m childless…
PoemGlamour [The look I am hunting]By Maggie QueeneyThe look I am hunting: the onethat through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skeinof…
PoemGlamour [A corruption of grammar]By Maggie QueeneyA corruption of grammar—what knowledgeI have come by comes through the eyes To my hands—lightning runs…
PoemWatershed and Shield ReminiscenceBy Liz HowardAmid moonscape railingscognition drained its basinone brother was bornon land black from the mineall…
PoemCommon Creeping Thyme (Serpillum à serpendo)By Norman DubieIf only it were just a lousy herbThat issued feeble tendrils slowly, now and thenRelinquishing some …
PoemAlive at the End of the World ("The end of the world was mistaken")By Saeed JonesThe end of the world was mistakenfor just another midday massacrein America. Brain matter and broken…
Poem25 days after I am bornBy Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
PoemAntigonishBy William Hughes MearnsYesterday, upon the stair,I met a man who wasn't thereHe wasn't there again todayI wish, I wish he'd…
ArticleT.S. Eliot: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”By Peter O’LearyOne of the most famous poems in English, one of the first encounters readers have with modern poetry—and may have even invented modern poetry.
PoemWatching Glaciers MeltBy William OlsenMy father bought us this trip, he'd taken it, he wanted to give us an experience,our eyes to see for…
PoemBlackbottomBy Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,we would drive down to Blackbottom,drive slowly down the congested…