Postcards by Margaret Atwood
I’m thinking about you.
What else can I say…
In a Garden -by Elizabeth Jennings
When the gardener has gone this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event…
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete…
The Ancient World -by Mark Doty
Today the Masons are auctioning
their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans…
Smell! -by William Carlos Williams
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling…
Psalm by Paisley Rekdal
Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches,
ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman…
Perhaps the World Ends Here -by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live…
Oysters by Seamus Heaney
Our shells clacked on the plates.
My tongue was a filling estuary…
This Is Just To Say -by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums…
