Postcards by Margaret Atwood
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we...
Poems
In a Garden -by Elizabeth Jennings
When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden And even more...
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples Lost Alexandria still burns in...
The Ancient World -by Mark Doty
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside the collar "Potentate" and "Vizier."...
Smell! -by William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling? What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always...
Psalm by Paisley Rekdal
Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches, ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman waits, with her ladder and sack, for...
Perhaps the World Ends Here -by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on...
Oysters by Seamus Heaney
Our shells clacked on the plates. My tongue was a filling estuary, My palate hung with starlight: As I tasted the salty Pleiades Orion dipped...
This Is Just To Say -by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet...
Onions -by William Matthews
How easily happiness begins by dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter slithers and swirls across the floor of the sauté pan, especially if its...
After You Have Vanished -by Kevin Prufer
The little red jewel in the bottom of your wineglass is so lovely I cannot rinse it out, so I go into the cool and...
Draft of a Landscape -by Juliet Patterson
after Paul Celan The hare’s dust pelt against the juniper’s sky now in the eye uncovered a question clear in the wing of the day...