Poetry

When you’re tired, everything’s worse

Three poems by Kim Dower

What It Means When You Dream You Bought a Red Cadillac it means your face is on fire it means your hands grab anything that moves it means you want to be kissing her scarlet ...

It was a bus stop, and past midnight

Four poems by Anthony Seidman

Border Town Graduates Although we’re closer to feeling the grass pulled over our lips forever, we still bare our dirty teeth and laugh. We managed to look twice our age, and now our wrinkles won’t ...

Shakespearean sonnets on love

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and ...

When I hated myself, she loved me

Two poems by Cecilia Woloch

Whose River And then one day, so many have gone to wherever they go, and the river shines — a slurring of green between the trees; a faint gold light on the other side. The ...

But Mousie...

A poem by Robert Burns (for Burns Day, January 25)

To a Mouse Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ ...

A rock and my disinclination to kick at it

Seven haiku

Library sink tableau two pages hardcore porn small sunscreen tube The bride and the groom and a little brown-haired girl sticking out her tongue Fourteen hours waiting for this train hello again, wink the stars ...

L.A. gets drunk off your spirit and leaves you empty

Two poems by David Garyan

xDroughts Shasta, your monastery was built on the wrong mountains; the rain rarely falls at your feet and begs to cleanse them. The prodigal sun always returns too often, quick to imbibe Mother’s empathy. Shasta, ...

We’ve worked so hard to stand upright

Two poems by Charles Harper Webb

Pen Balanced on a Window Frame Who stood it upright on its rounded end: tiny obelisk, or rocket poised for space? Was it placed to overlook the library’s universe of books, the grass outside sprouting ...

The gulls and white face coots have as much of an inner life as I

Two poems by Christopher Buckley

Looking West from Montecito, Late Afternoon Beneath hills of agave and eucalyptus, beneath the Spanish palms and walled estates, I look across the bird refuge to East Beach . . . mist in the channel ...

The angels sang through all the night

Two poems by Sara Teasdale

Christmas Carol The kings they came from out the south, All dressed in ermine fine; They bore Him gold and chrysoprase, And gifts of precious wine. The shepherds came from out the north, Their coats ...

Rhyme & Verse — two poems by Jax NTP

the sun cooks dirt onto the park bench

let’s make a list of women in power now the trees are so still they are about to catch on fire we wake up for something to do someone to become the difference between aria ...

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