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...
Seeing: Poems
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...
Looking at My Father -by Wendy Xu
It’s the inside which comes out, as I contemplate him there half in sunlight, weeding diligently a Midwestern lawn. On my persons, I have only...
The Dream -by John Donne
Dear love for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason much too strong for fantasy....
Touched by An Angel -by Maya Angelou
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight...
When All My Five and Country Senses See
By Dylan Thomas When all my five and country senses see, The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark How, through the halfmoon’s vegetable eye,…