Poemp1Lines Written for a Fortieth BirthdayBy Shane McCraeThe joke you hear today you’ll hear Again next year again each ev- ery birthday after for the first ...
PoemThe CovenantBy Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold Warthey had 30 leftover dolphins.An officer...
PoemCalling Things What They AreBy Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
PoemMeanwhileBy Richard Siken Driving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make the new streets yours.Trees outside the...
Poemp1the black dykes at 40By R. Erica Doyleletting the words fly like smoke uncurling from our mouths we lie in bed with dykes ten years our junior...
Poemp1In Times of the Most Extreme SymbolsBy Corey ZellerWe spend the evening listening to folk songs from the early 2000s. Make a stew. Cut carrots the color...
PoemA Bird in BishopswoodBy John TickhillIn a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle, Þat was þe myry monþ of May May May is a “somere” month...
Poemp1The Last Hummingbird of SummerBy Beth Ann Fennellyreveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped, like...
Poemp1Fourth Wall ArpeggioBy A. Van JordanLately, my friends ask me, out of love, have I written about my mother, who suffers under the storm ...
Poemp1Jiāngsū, Early SummerBy Anni LiuHe takes me, his adult child swaddled in foreignness, to the southern provinces. Opaque scenes unfold...
PoemThe ApplesBy W. S. Di PieroThe city budget squads have trimmed its hours. “You can’t get in, just go home why don’t you.” I couldn...
PoemMenstruation at FortyBy Anne SextonI was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its...
PoemWhat is Life?By John ClareAnd what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run, A Mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling...
Poemp1All My Friends Are Finding New BeliefsBy Christian WimanAll my friends are finding new beliefs. This one converts to Catholicism and this one to trees. In a...
Poemp1Glosa in Middle AgeBy Kathleen OssipTo have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls of calendar entries, unsuitably boggle-eyed as if new...
Poemp1HokkaidoBy Kit FanIt was summer in Hokkaido. The forest stole the wind and I swallowed my footsteps. Nobody came to the...
PoemA poem from From a Winter NotebookBy Matvei YankelevichAs winter went on, every morning’s spoon of buckwheat honey resembled more the taste of that isosceles...
PoemHousewife as PoetBy Sally Van DorenI have scrawled audible lifelines along the edges of the lint trap, dropping the ball of towel fuzz ...
PoemIn the Cold KingdomBy Mona Van DuynPoised upside down on its duncecap, a shrunken purple head, True Blueberry, enters its tightening frame...
PoemPhilosophyBy Stephen DobynsNihilism, but not in a negative sense—such was his thought, what else to call it? Like snow inside a...