The End Of Every Beast The end of every beast is a rhyme and a patch of newly uncovered earth, a …
Category: Poetry
David Sam
VERBAL At the start, it will be only impossible, just to see without the syllable, just to listen with no sound …
Theresa Hamman
Ear Worm I’m at the stage where I’m humming the thing between lip and lung my breathy tongue slips …
Douglas Nordfors
HOMAGE TO WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS My half-love for things, such as cars and buildings— I seem to have grown into it. …
Stan Sanvel Rubin
The Address Sometimes the passbook of my soul is out of date or overdrawn, like an account gone irreparably in the …
Juan Pablo Mobili
Obstinacy For Sharon Olds To write bad poems may not be an art but it deserves to become something …
Tim Suermondt
UMBRELLAS IN ZURICH A red one, wide open, falls from the bridge, skipping a bit on the water before floating downriver …
Ace Boggess
SERVICES 1.Walk away from the parlor,step outside to smoke.The crowd already cast its magic,summoned my fear of family reunionswhen I sat alone …
Richard Long
A Blessing On Sundays, Boy ‘Anders would tape a picture of Marantha to the handlebar of his bike. At church he’d leave …
Carol Tyx
Labyrinth On this misty morning the labyrinth is a labyrinth no clear pathway anywhere, sand scuffled over the brick edging, some bricks …