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say it with your whole black mouth  ~Danez Smith say it with your whole black mouth: i am innocent            & if you are not inno...

The Way We Love Something Small ~Kimberly Blaeser The translucent claws of newborn mice this pearl cast of color, the barely percepti...

No, Don’t  ~ Elena Karina Byrne for the two of me the thing that eats the heart is mostly heart and there I wish, in the burly sun blos...

Control Feast ~Elizabeth Metzger Either you’ve died, or you arrive beside me at a funeral patchily reaching out from your zero gravit...

Postcard --Olena Kalytiak Davis Lately, I am capable only of small things. Is it enough to feel the heart swimming? Jim is fine. Our f...

Trees  ~Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s s...

The Time Machine ~Laura Kasischke My mother begged me: Please, please, study stenography... Without it I would have no future, and th...

Ghazal !يا لطيف (Ya Lateef!) ~ Marilyn Hacker A lot more malaise and a little more grief every day, aware that all seasons, the stormy, ...

Tender Buttons [Mildred’s Umbrella]  ~Gertrude Stein A cause and no curve, a cause and loud enough, a cause and extra a loud clash and an...

Sink Your Fingers into the Darkness of My Fur ~Ellen Bass Up until this sore minute, you could turn the key, pivot away. But mine is th...

Elegy for a Year ~Joseph Fasano Before I watched you die, I watched the dying falter, their hearts curled and purring in them like kit...

Dear Buffalo, Dear Zeta or To a Few of My Dead or Nearly Dead Tíos  ~ Joseph Rios I see my dead father's face in your face. My furle...

Faith ~Arthur Caswell Parker There is a faith that weakly dies When overcast by clouds of doubt, That like a blazing wisp of straw A v...

Labyrinth ~ Kenyatta Rogers I’ve lost something and I can’t describe what it is _____________ and what if that’s my job to say how e...

Souvenir ~Edna St. Vincent Millay  Just a rainy day or two In a windy tower, That was all I had of you— Saving half an hour. Marred ...

The Dawn’s Awake! ~Otto Leland Bohanan The Dawn’s awake!     A flash of smoldering flame and fire Ignites the East. Then, higher, highe...

In April ~Rainer Maria Rilke Again the woods are odorous, the lark  Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray That hung above the tree-t...

How I Became a Madman (Prologue)  ~Kahlil Gibran You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were ...

Sonnet XLIV  [For Thee the Sun Doth Daily Rise, and Set]  ~George Santayana For thee the sun doth daily rise, and set Behind the curtai...

Naturalization ~ Jenny Xie His tongue shorn, father confuses snacks for snakes, kitchen for chicken. It is 1992. Weekends, we paw at ch...