By Tilsa Otta
A nightclub doesn’t make a summerI believe more in perreoPlay everlastingIn the agitation of a critical...
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- By Tilsa OttaUn club nocturno no hace un veranoMas creo en el perreoEterno recreoEn la agitación de la masa críticaInclin...
- By Don Domanski*clouds creak in the skyherons creak in the sky. *the dark approaches itselffrom all sides once againthe...
- By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw your gratitude rise over us like rain. It seemed external...
- By Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious cloudsour empty pupils heard the suspended breakersbeat while down...
- By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthenstoward summer the young goldfinchesflutter down through the day for...
- By Jericho BrownAster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thoughtFingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learningNames in heat...
- By Paul Laurence DunbarAs a quiet little seedling Lay within its darksome bed,To itself it fell a-talking, And this is what...
- By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayedbetween the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,was the cobweb I almost walked...
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child. In the shower, slightly past midnight,after I’d covered the ...
- By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
- By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
- By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,New Peeple; yea, another SkyAnd Sun, which seen by DayMight things...
- By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...