By Shara Lessley
Belly to branch, the sapsucker drills
the maple’s well, drumming
the trunk, its red throat thrumming.
I…
the maple’s well, drumming
the trunk, its red throat thrumming.
I…
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- By Darius Simpsondo you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you… - By Frank X WalkerI learn today that mama,
being property,
was massa's investment. That taken all together,
the only thing… - By Rickey LaurentiisWhat I have done is created
History, exquisite manuscripts
With angering blame.
What I have done is… - By Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s say
the day my father outlawed all contact
between backhand and face, … - By Edward SalemGod said (and already you can tell
I’m making this up),
If you lift a rock, I am there.
If you lift a finger… - By Yitazba Leighangry appaloosa hooves
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glass… - By William ShakespeareYe elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do… - By D. H. LawrenceThe Last Lesson
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
How long have they tugged the leash… - By Sarah CarsonThe last man here wanted
what could not be taken: My girl, he'd say,
my baby. The narrow of his eyes… - By Chaelee DaltonConsider the market. Consider the gross domestic product of Korea. Call it Kimchi.
Ferment culture in… - By Maggie Queeneylaurel tree, limbs bent and twined into crown heifer bank of marsh reeds,
handful lashed into pipes, … - By Maggie QueeneyThe look I am hunting: the one
that through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skein
of… - By avery r. younga•ver•y (ā ver'ē), n. dark(iss) ¹blk-male chile foundate(id) in luv unlimit(id) fuc(k) anthem(s). ²jee…
- By Lis SanchezAt the gangway, our demand was a straw pava.
We wore our demand jauntily cocked across our skull.
So what… - By francine j. harrisIf upon me in my garden, I mouth up sun and die of some bitch
seasonally snuffing my golden light, then… - By Karl KnightsYou left a note.
‘Please don’t judge me
too harshly.’ I read it
at your memorial.
I hate that my voice
didn… - By Karl KnightsIt’s Boxing Day and I’m nearly ten and a half.
I got the camouflaged Action Man for Christmas.
I told … - By Jayne CortezWhy do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your…