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…

Onions -by William Matthews

How easily happiness begins by
dicing onions. A lump of sweet butter…