日期：2015-01-15 A Month of Sundays Kathleen Hellen In the exaggerated light of perigee I pitter-patter to the bus stop in my flip-flops. The minute lengthening like a fenced-in shadow on a lit-up field ... the diamond sparkling, the trees like silent sentries I can... 阅读全文>>

日期：2015-01-15 Drought Fishing Thomas Reiter Mid-riverbed, below rapids dry as the track left by a pencil eraser, I come to a pool that from bank-side glints like the last thin dime the water's down to. I circle it in minutes, and though I can't see the bottom, I... 阅读全文>>

日期：2015-01-15 Listening to Cuckoos Robert Adamson Two unchanging notes; to us, words -- always those high elongated notes. Red-eyed koels with feathered earmuffs, downward-ending notes that pour through a falling of night coming over the distances, words that don... 阅读全文>>

日期：2015-01-15 This Present Life James Reiss Did the bird that slammed into my picture window think its glass was an open door he could breeze through like the sparrow flying through time in the Anglo-Saxon poem, coming to life when he flew into a manor hall dinin... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-22 The Shallow End Aaron Fagan Not what I Am used to Thinking of As life -- and More fragile -- Up from the Riverbed, it Trails braided Fishing lines From its body -- Seeing me, It bursts away Among trees. My body Quickens in Front of my Mind -- I sit... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-22 Where the Arrows Fell V. Penelope Pelizzon At the upturns of your grin, the red beard This year's begun threading itself with white. Each agd hair a gift -- kiss -- from you. You're joking, mostly. But in some deeper sense It's true: we're married n... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-22 For Ruth Stone Joseph Millar Sometimes you say bad things about people claiming it can't be helped you crawl farther into the darkness just to see what it feels like but today you count the late frozen stars and Jupiter drifting into the dawn becaus... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-22 Not This Olena Kalytiak Davis my god all the days we have lived thru saying not this one, not this, not now, not yet, this week doesn't count, was lost, this month was shit, what a year, it sucked, it flew, that decade was for what? i raised my kids... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-10 Matinee Mark Kraushaar I'm not a marriage counselor. I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to know, but I like you. I always liked you. -- Joel and Ethan Coen, Blood Simple He's the one driving, the man, younger than her husband, nicer too.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-10 Porch Pew in Summer -- for Brian and Wilbur Frink Richard Robbins Never a prayer for some place more than this, wild turkeys in the field where old years blaze each December into new, where grandkids roam the drive now, in charge of cat, daisy, spon... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-10 Pluralities Ralph Adamo I hate that you are on the other side this evening If I go somewhere to cry for you how will I stop I hope this finds you well. It's been too long, I typed when you were already gone. Listening to you talk over there is like... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-12-10 Heat Goes Out Walking in the Cold K. A. Hays It seems possible, and I've been told, that even the dying, who don't mean to, stow at the ribs yellow mint, at the liver the waft of split tomatoes, and April's peas wire and tendril up, unruly, at the b... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-11-24 Low Tide Alan Shapiro On the mud flats where Im walking each step pushes the wet out from beneath it to a dry halo of a heel and toe which as I lift it dampens to a trail of pools behind me as I walk -- I make them all along the flats and when I cir... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-11-24 Relic Patricia Hooper Here is a bird's breastbone, the keel of a ship scrubbed clean of its cargo and rigging, its rib cage laid bare in this harbor of grasses. Each morning the sun finds it and bleaches it into a basket the snail sleeps in, no long... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-11-24 Folk Tale Chelsea Woodard for Nonny Hogrogian In the story, I remember a hungry young fox rendered in pastels. He has stolen from a strict-mannered woman in town, his tail's been cut off, his lot cast to repay her: stomach still swollen with her Gue... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-11-24 About Opera Geoffrey Brock Fuggirmi io sol non so In the real world, lighting is undesigned; here it's high art. After we find our seats, silence our cells and smooth our ruffled minds, and just before the curtains rise, houselights go out. We vanis... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-10-23 School of Practical Dissection Kenny Williams In the hands of the priest the heart has to break like crockery, for a single man, not the human race which we love into oblivion and despise in general. In the hands of the anatomist it leaps, the heart... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-10-23 The Dream of a Little Occupied Japan Doll Kimiko Hahn Among the hundred porcelain figurines, the first one -- with slanted eyes, fat cheeks, queue (though that's Chinese), and Chinese bonnet -- is my favorite. Among all those in pajamas or gowns or... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-10-23 Sonnet for the Misbegotten Jill Bialosky The surfers are on deck in black diving penguin suits, fins on their feet -- surfer school for the youth of the rich set -- determined to catch a wave while somewhere less pristine, another suffers from inner... 阅读全文>>

日期：2014-10-23 Walking a Labyrinth Douglas Goetsch Eleanor, who is driving me to the Atlantic City bus station, asks if I wouldn't mind stopping at a labyrinth in Longport she hates to pass. Outside of mythology, or The Shining, all I know of labyrinths is that yo... 阅读全文>>