poetry: results 505–528 of 735

A Brilliant Flash of Light  by CRAIG BEAVEN

31 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

It's how Hemingway dies

in the children's biography

I found in the public library, white death

like a cloud descending…

The Smallest Woman in the World  by CRAIG BEAVEN

28 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

…you know immediately

she won't live long: body a fourth

of our bodies, cut off below the chest,

legs hanging like cloth. African, late teens…

:Forbidden:  by NATE PRITTS

24 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Sometimes my friends & I, we get to feeling persecuted.

You see, we have a strong sense of entitlement

& deep stores of confidence that we are, individually

& collectively, the most awesomest thing of all time.

Because I Wanted  by KRISTINE LEJA

12 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

And all those hands, all that skin,

kisses brushing cheeks.

            I never once touched down, I kept out.


9 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

My plastic blinds, cast light                 To stir,

Like sleeping tabby cats, stomachs exposed, ringlets of striped fur…

pessimism? or robotics?  by TAO LIN

4 July 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

i am able to sit through an extremely funny movie

without making a noise or changing my facial expression

i am incapable of laughing without trying to laugh

it'll get different  by TAO LIN

30 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

at work i wonder

if i should take anti-depressant medicine

finally, i decide, no, i shouldn't…

Hermann and Dorothea: 9. Urania  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Muses, O ye who the course of true love so willingly favor…

Hermann and Dorothea: 8. Melpomene  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Towards the setting sun the two thus went on their journey…

Hermann and Dorothea: 7. Erato  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Like as the traveller, who, when the sun is approaching its setting,

Fixes his eyes on it once again ere quickly it vanish…

Hermann and Dorothea: 6. Clio  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Now when the foreign judge had been by the minister questioned

As to his people's distress, and how long their exile had lasted,

Thus made answer the man: "Of no recent date are our sorrows;

Since of the gathering bitter of years our people have drunken…

Hermann and Dorothea: 5. Polyhymnia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Here the three men, however, still sat conversing together,

With mine host of the Lion, the village doctor, and pastor;

And their talk was still on the same unvarying subject,

Turning it this way and that, and viewing from every direction.

Hermann and Dorothea: 4. Euterpe  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Thus entertaining themselves, the men sat talking. The mother

Went meanwhile to look for her son in front of the dwelling,

First on the settle of stone, whereon 'twas his wont to he seated.

When she perceived him not there, she went farther to look in the stable…

Hermann and Dorothea: 3. Thalia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Thus did the modest son slip away from the angry upbraiding;

But in the tone he had taken at first, the father continued…

Hermann and Dorothea: 2. Terpsichore  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Ow when of comely mien the son came into the chamber,

Turned with a searching look the eyes of the preacher upon him,

And, with the gaze of the student, who easily fathoms expression,

Scrutinized well his face and form and his general bearing.

Hermann and Dorothea: 1. Calliope  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

Truly, I never have seen the market and street so deserted!

How as if it were swept looks the town, or had perished!

There was a child went forth every day,  by WALT WHITMAN

28 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

There was a child went forth every day,

And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became,

And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day…

two faux boho lechers walk into a bar  by MEGAN A. VOLPERT

20 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

once i knew an old man who very much enjoyed falling in love

and given more or less whiskey

could affect a transylvanian accent with some precision…

Ice Chips  by L. B. SEDLACEK

12 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1


and BBQ smell up

the faded metal…

Growing Pains  by C. L. BLEDSOE

Mother lying on the couch coughing fire,

the death of applause. Father puddled on the floor,

paycheck spent on modeling glue. Sisters, brothers.

Burn the couch, the television…

Alaskan Nightfall  by ELIZABETH LABORDE

7 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

There is a lowness to this light,

how the sun barely scrapes

past tree tops,

where noon is dawn…

To Somewhere or By  by MAURICE OLIVER

4 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

Her spine curves into the turnstile.

He nuzzles closer, twice her size.

Language concealed in flashing signals.

There is rain on the rails.

The Into or On  by MAURICE OLIVER

1 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

She thinks she's Harry Houdini's bathrobe.

Blue Bread  by CORK KYLE

29 April 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

Scrape from the perfect sky

a pocketful of that sock-you-in-the-eyes blue.

Grind it and leaven it with life.


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