The heavy bodies lunge, the broken language of fake and drive, glamorous jump shot slowed to a stutter. Their...
Her e-mail inbox always overflows. Her outbox doesn’t get much use at all. She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth...
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made...
By Louise Glück Mother died last night,Mother who never dies. Winter was in the air,many months awaybut in the...
Her e-mail inbox always overflows. Her outbox doesn’t get much use at all. She puts on hold the umpteen-billionth call As music...
The snail moves like aHovercraft, held up by aRubber cushion of itself,Sharing its secret With the hedgehog. The hedgehogShares...
I chose this poem. Or, rather, it chose me. My first impression of this poem was that it was...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn’t knowthat the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, whole solar...
As this suburban summer wanders toward darkcats watch from their driveways — they are boredand await miracles. The houses...
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