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Take the I Out
By Sharon Olds
But I love the I, steel I-beam
that my father sold. They poured the pig iron
into the mold, and it fed out slowly,
a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,
Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he
marketed it, and bought bourbon, and...
Twentieth Amanita Ode
By Peter O’Leary
In a wind
the lake's scissoring surface

and the Sun's vernal glare
the gulls cut to curls
in their turns…
Ultimately Everything Becomes Boring
By Sri Chinmoy
Ultimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of…
Cyrus & the Snakes
By Ada Limón
My brother holds a snake by its head. The whole
            length of the snake is the length

of my brother’s body. The snake’s head
            is held safely, securely, as if my brother

is showing him something in the distant high grass.
            I...
The Magnificent Frigatebird
By Ada Limón
Is it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but to look out another?

A mentor once said, You can't start a poem...
Calling Things What They Are
By Ada Limón
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...
Totem
By R. L. Swihart
The young man says, “Alan can
do anything he wants”

“Not fly,” I say

The young man returns
a puzzled look…
Gratitude
By Cornelius Eady
I’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets…
I’m a Fool to Love You
By Cornelius Eady
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell…
Apocalypse
By Sri Chinmoy
Within, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless…
As Winds That Blow Against A Star
By Joyce Kilmer
Now by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should…
Sound of Wave in Channel: 7.21
By Stephen Ratcliffe
light coming into fog against invisible
top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

starting from this concept,
anything that is not

on...
- Nature
- Animals
- Landscapes & Pastorals
- Stanza Forms
- Mixed
- Meters
- Free Verse
- Techniques
- Imagery
- Types/Modes
- Pastoral
- + 4 more
Mrs. Butterworth, Uncle Ben & Aunt Jemima
By Frank X. Walker
...walk into a bar in America.
Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged.
Ben says, I’m being rebranded.
Jemima says, I remember
when they branded my mama on her back.

The bartender says, I could stand in the middle
of Main Street and kill somebody
and I wouldn’t...
A river slips
By Cole Swensen
a river slips
in shifting leaves
sifting. a river sifts
and falls to pieces
in which not seen
...
Enter the Dragon
By John Murillo
For me, the movie starts with a black man
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons

Catching the sheen of his perfect black afro.
Arc kicks, karate chops, and thirty cops

On their backs. It starts with the swagger,
The cool lean into the...
Intimacy
By Paisley Rekdal
How horrible it is, how horrible
that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped

with a fly inside his Material
Transformer: bits of the man emerging

gooey, many-eyed; bits of the fly
worrying that his agent’s screwed him—

I almost flinch to see the body later
that’s left its...
Self-Portrait as David Lynch
By David Roderick
I wear a flower in my lapel.
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower,

its heart a wilting empire.
In late-night editing sessions,
I imagine I’m planting flowers

in the sockets of eyes. Whatever helps
me reach our rigor...
The Ophany
By Cyrus Console

Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing
Air by which our helicopters formed
Imprints in the jungle grass beneath
Now stands effectively for Vietnam
Because our understanding of that war
Omitted many things but not the wind
We bowed our heads and fled. In this case we

Refers effectively...
Marigolds of Fire
By Ama Codjoe
1.

He had a caribou's face. Once he let me
lick the sadness there. It tasted of salt

and moss-covered rocks. He grew the beard
of a mountain goat. He scaled the face

of a mountain. Lying beside him, I stared
into the face of faceless...
Muybridge’s Horse in Motion
By Holly Mitchell
1.
After the beginning of the gallop, there are counts when the horse is in the air, her
legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

This is called suspension.

2.
Her name is Sallie Gardner.

She’s by Vandal, out of Charlotte Thompson, Kentucky bred, of Irish pedigree, a
Birdcatcher.

Now...

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Take the I Out

Twentieth Amanita Ode

Ultimately Everything Becomes Boring

Cyrus & the Snakes

The Magnificent Frigatebird

Calling Things What They Are

Totem

Gratitude

I’m a Fool to Love You

Apocalypse

As Winds That Blow Against A Star

Sound of Wave in Channel: 7.21

Mrs. Butterworth, Uncle Ben & Aunt Jemima

A river slips

Enter the Dragon

Intimacy

Self-Portrait as David Lynch

The Ophany

Marigolds of Fire

Muybridge’s Horse in Motion