poetry: results 361–384 of 735

Motives for Buying (or Loving): According to Sears, Roebuck & Co.  by DANIELLE AQUILINE

23 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4

for cleanliness to avoid criticism to save

time to save energy for enjoyment to

conserve our possessions for affection…


20 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4

Question: should I slip

on my slip and rush this

flight or wait full blushed

for the warning…


17 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4
editors' select, elegy

Say the black road

is a bleached crest raveling

the one distance

meant for you (all of us).

The Tuna in Cabo  by SAM PEREIRA

11 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4

At least, he thought

It was the rain: coastal showers,

The sand taking it all in,

Some higher power's blotter

For everything unknown.


8 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4

A duet on the radio pleads to end

each day in song. If I had the choice,

my song would be quiet,

a little twang,

a trill when the voice hops up.

After You Told Me You Hated Roller Coasters  by JOSH RATHKAMP

5 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4
editors' select

We took turns pointing at all the girls who would scream.

You couldn't watch so you smoked,

occasionally glancing up at this pirate ship.

Our Last Evening, after Launching from the Bottom of the Hoover Dam  by JOSH RATHKAMP

2 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4

We play cards to drink

quicker than we would on our own.

The dearler'd say "drop"

and we'd slap the single card,

sweat-stuck against our foreheads…


28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
classic, translation, rhyme

In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,

I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep

Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep

Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.

The Fountain of Blood  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

27 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
classic, translation, rhyme

It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out

As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout

And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound;

But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.

And This Is What Happened  by JILL ALEXANDER ESSBAUM

20 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

That was the year I thought

I was going insane. Help, I said plainly.

I am having a mild case of the heartbreak.

When I looked at the fissure, all was glass and mistaken.

Despair Is the Only Unforgivable Sin  by JILL ALEXANDER ESSBAUM

17 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

O holy terror of a night, this mad,

  malicious night, a supine night, bright

as bile, but anyway, inauspicious.

  Bedraggled night, delicious as doom.

A night over which no angel will swoon.

  O moon, O eye of God, unblinking.

And, yes, I have been drinking.

An Oracle Concerning the Melancholic Concubine  by JILL ALEXANDER ESSBAUM

14 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
editors' select

Sometimes you feel you've a touch of the broken heart,

when the orchid of evening wilts into nighttime,

when the darkness is not yet deep.

When you are tipsy with the grief of his leaving…

How It Won't Be  by PAUL GUEST

11 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

In glorious black and white with the surge

of salt foam racing around the isle

of our twining bodies. Punctuated

by fireworks, by rain, by snow…

Eulogy  by PAUL GUEST

So that this will seem like words between

old friends, I'll say it was painless.

And quick. I'll say it was mercy

and behind my face where I put

things like The Truth and dreams…

Garden  by PAUL GUEST

5 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
love poem

The language of the daisy isn't dead

but one hundred seeds in a pack

are dormant in their dry dark, some

dirt and water all you'll need…

Broken Sonnet to the Building Super  by ASH BOWEN

Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,

eager to put your key in my Julie.

Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —

I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.

Realization  by ALLAN PETERSON

25 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

It was not the beach pea that moved

but the bee that moved the flower,

they proved that.

Another, though slower was the vetch…

At the Ticket Window  by ARUN GAUR

22 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

Two matrons at the railway ticket windows

reassured us very kindly

it is birth everywhere and no demise

and since everything comes in…

A Bit of Marriage  by ARUN GAUR

19 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

He thought with some precision

that marriages may be made elsewhere

but done here


in some unsolicited places.


Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.

Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.

It Could've Been a Centerfold  by ARLENE ANG

15 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

I remember the story: it was a hot day.

The hero disappeared behind enemy lines.

A Setting Sun  by ARLENE ANG

12 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

like the restless

rearrangement of radio static,

precludes twilight:

it leans shadows across the room…

In the Year of the Etruscans  by CLAUDIA BURBANK

5 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

My water-self opened our water-door

With a water-key, stepped across

The rippled threshold.

I loved him like salt.

During the Ice Age  by CLAUDIA BURBANK

2 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

Even when the slapping northerlies subsided

Everything leaned away in visible pain.

Just Keep Moving, in Latin, across our coat of arms…


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