Poem
By Paula Bohince
Forgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crown
of raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank you,
Miss, for arranging it on a doily on a saucer, thank you, Nature
for these hypnotizing concentrics. My mother
(did I have one?) was likewise hypnotic. My queen,
she used and tossed me, thoughtless, from the palace.
But this isn’t…
of raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank you,
Miss, for arranging it on a doily on a saucer, thank you, Nature
for these hypnotizing concentrics. My mother
(did I have one?) was likewise hypnotic. My queen,
she used and tossed me, thoughtless, from the palace.
But this isn’t…
Poem
By Cameron Awkward-Rich
It is morning. Remember that.
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment…
It is morning and the house is quiet,
so quiet that I can, for the moment…
Poem
By Jessie Leitzel
The end of summer
and our jalapeño plant
is wilting, its stem brittle
as the heat peels
away from us,
though…
and our jalapeño plant
is wilting, its stem brittle
as the heat peels
away from us,
though…
Poem
By Peter Kline
If we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
Poem
By Aaron Shurin
And still one looks to the tree to paraphrase the sky, arbiter of wind and sun. The hills with their crosshatch houses and vertical streets ... You gave an impassioned speech to the pigeons, who lifted, as if with one wing, into a wheeling arc: hiss of the air streaming through their gray feathers; it sounded like kiss me or kill…
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