Category

Midlife

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  • Poem
    By Brenda Hillman
    Having stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold Warthey had 30 leftover dolphins.An officer...
  • Poem
    By Ada Limón
    I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
  • Poem
    By Richard Siken
    Driving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make the new streets yours.Trees outside the...
  • Poem
    By R. Erica Doyle
    letting the words fly like smoke uncurling from our mouths we lie in bed with dykes ten years our junior...
  • Poem
    By John Tickhill
    In a sesone of somere þat souerayne ys of alle, Þat was þe myry monþ of May May May is a “somere” month...
  • Poem
    By Beth Ann Fennelly
    reveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped, like...
  • Poem
    By A. Van Jordan
    Lately, my friends ask me, out of love, have I written about my mother, who suffers under the storm ...
  • Poem
    By Anni Liu
    He takes me, his adult child swaddled in foreignness, to the southern provinces. Opaque scenes unfold...
  • Poem
    By W. S. Di Piero
    The city budget squads have trimmed its hours. “You can’t get in, just go home why don’t you.” I couldn...
  • Poem
    By Anne Sexton
    I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its...
  • Poem
    By John Clare
    And what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run, A Mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling...
  • Poem
    By Kathleen Ossip
    To have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls of calendar entries, unsuitably boggle-eyed as if new...
  • Poem
    By Kit Fan
    It was summer in Hokkaido. The forest stole the wind and I swallowed my footsteps. Nobody came to the...
  • Poem
    By Sally Van Doren
    I have scrawled audible lifelines along the edges of the lint trap, dropping the ball of towel fuzz ...
  • Poem
    By Mona Van Duyn
    Poised upside down on its duncecap, a shrunken purple head, True Blueberry, enters its tightening frame...
  • Poem
    By Stephen Dobyns
    Nihilism, but not in a negative sense—such was his thought, what else to call it? Like snow inside a...
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