By Frank X Walker
When we first left Kentucke
the trees had commenced to dressing up
the fall harvest an the garden
was already…
the trees had commenced to dressing up
the fall harvest an the garden
was already…
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- By Frank X WalkerThe sound of a race is music but like nothing with
strings or words. You’d need a hundred men with
… - By Shann Rayi . sorrow is the curved ribcage of a beautiful death,
- By Lucille Cliftonoh Master Of All Who Take And Wash
And Eat lift me away at the end into evening
forever into sanctified… - By Patrick RosalHere, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,
my double heart, under a beat-up slat
of divine… - By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Rüştü OnurTranslated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin AlhasA tree and a fruit,
And this golden lip
On the coral cups
—laughter ...
A step song
—and another.
The… - By Rüştü OnurBir ağaç ve meyva,
Ve bu altın dudak
Mercan kadehlerde
-kahkaha ...
Bir step şarkısı
-bir daha.
Sükûtun … - By Petr HruškaTranslated By Jonathan BoltonTwo days of rain. Children on the floor. Scant trees.
The furniture confesses to the boards. Reaching… - 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 Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By Carlie HoffmanLight sheds its skin in the poplars,
Earth’s soldiers wielding the dark, bats emerging
like machinery… - By Marvin K. White1
The seed does not contain the flower. The sun does not contain the fire. The eye does not contain the vision. The body does not contain the dance. The mouth does not contain the song. The knee does not contain... - By Kwame Dawesthe wounds of a walk foot man iii
In the corner, a woman enthroned, dips a cup
into an earthen pot, lifts it, and pours it repeating
the ritual again and again as if water must move,
holy water must move light and the... - By Isabel Duarte-GraySunday we lay hands
on a girl of ten hand on hand on
cornsilk hair. We sing
the secret language sung
the day the tin roof of the tower beat
on God’s floorboard
he got cramp in heaven.
Like our crying and our
fornicating so close to his... - By Elizabeth MetzgerWalking home God peeled a major eucalyptus to the ground.
Genuinely uncertain, he asked
Can a life be... - By Tom Andrews1.
Day brings a steady
hand, a sure breath every other day ...
My brother again on the edge of his bed,
sitting up with his eyes closed,
his palms pressed, a brief prayer.
... - By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres
property would have been even larger
had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont for
waste from its Washington Works factory
where J was employed
...