What Increases In Energy Becomes More Powerful and Splendid
Emily Kendal Frey

The Greek islands are falling
into my bed again, and you
can do nothing to save us
Your giant
teeth shave the air
like a carnival
and we are wandering
children, still,
with open satchels and the bright
corpuscles of want
strong on us
When meeting
a person do you think,
This is the ( Read more... )

Flight
James Tate

Like a glum cricket
the refrigerator is singing
and just as I am convinced

that it is the only noise
in the building, a pot falls
in 2B. The neighbors on

both sides of me suddenly
realize that they have not
made love to their wives

since 1947. The racket
multiplies. The man downhall
is teaching his dog to fly.

The fish are disgusted
and beat ( Read more... )

Having draped ourselves in villas, across verandas ( Read more... )

The Storm
Hayden Carruth

Distant thunder at night rumbles
down the valley.  Far lightening

flickers on the ceiling. The first
heavy raindrops make pock-sounds

on the tin roof. He reaches between
her legs and holds the hot moist

softness there and at once reposes
in the comforting world of the coming storm.

The Jewel
James Wright

There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

Permanently
K.K.

One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.

Each Sentence says one thing - for example, "Although it was a dark rainy
     day when the Adjective walked by, I shall remember the pure and sweet
    ( Read more... )

I LOVE THE SEA
J.A.

There is no promise but lots
of intimacy the way the yellowed land narrows together.
This part isn't very popular
For some reason: the houses need repairs,
The cars in the yards are too new.
The enclosing slopes dream and are forgetful.
There are joyous, warm patches
amid nondescript trees.
My dream gets obtuse:
When I woke up this morning ( Read more... )

MA PROVENCE

En me Provence le ble est toujours vert
Et les filles sont jolies
Elles ne meurent pas elles vous aiment a la folie - en ma Provence.

Bills break the breakfast teacups and the sun
Shines darkly over the bill-ware
She writes it out in enervating prose
"In my Provence, my rose."

Sun Out
Kenneth Koch

Bananas, piers, limericks
I am postures
Over there, I, are
The lakes of delectation
Sea, sea you! Mars and win-
Some buffalo
They thinly raft the plain,
Common do

It ice-floes, hit-and-run drivers,
The mass of the wind.
Is that snow
H-ing at the door? And we
Come in the buckle, a
Vanquished distinguished
Secret festival, relieving flights
Of ( Read more... )

Department Store Fictions
Jason Whitmarsh

The mannequins are all in love with you
and too depressed to say it. The cashier
flirts with another cashier, who eyes you,
who eyes the sales rack of wool pants.
Behind each mirror hunches an old man
watching women adjust their skirts,
their sunglasses, their hair. Small dogs disappear
on the escalator. Everyone ( Read more... )