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Years | Alicia Ostriker
-for J.P.O.
I have wished you dead and myself dead,
How could it be otherwise.
I have broken into you like a burglar
And you've set your dogs on me.
You have been a hurricane to me
And a pile of broken sticks
A child could kick.
I have climbed you like a monument, gasping,
For the exercise and the view,
And leaned over the railing at the ( Read more... ) -
In a Country - Larry Levis
My love and I are inventing a country, which we ( Read more... ) -
My Father Asks Me to Kill Him // Lauren Schmidt
When our neighbor rolled past ( Read more... ) -
the day after tomorrow is goodbye and you don’t know when // r. erica doyle
1. her
the night is full of steam and her hand is on the small of your back.
when she laughs, her eyes are vast, vast as the ocean, where you sit,
perched on the lip of the world. you have often contemplated her,
here, on the edge of everything, held her nude in the sunset, laid her
on stone and turned your hand inside until she cried out for mercy,
held ( Read more... ) -
Pablo Neruda/So That You Will Hear Me
So that you will hear me ( Read more... ) -
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower | Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto ( Read more... ) -
Dusk Litany // Michael Keenan
Cold scarves, Erika, ready
at a whisper.
I liked being caught in
the rain's parade
In a doorway of milk, in
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from "Tinderbox Lawn" // Carol Guess
Blacksmith in love hoists the 9-lb hammer, forges a coffin the size of her fist. When it cools, she sets two mice inside: bodies entwined, bones dried. She seals the box with barbed wire locks, a gift for her lover as he weeps for his sister: the Green River Killer’s next-to-last murder. Picking me up from the airport last August you drove the ( Read more... ) -
Moonbeam | Louise Gluck
The mist rose with a little sound. Like a thud ( Read more... )
