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What We Might Be, What We Are by X. J. Kennedy

What We Might Be, What We Are by X. J. Kennedy If you were a scoop of vanilla And I were the cone where you sat, If you were a slowly...

Personal Letter No. 3 by Sonia Sanchez

Personal Letter No. 3 by Sonia Sanchez nothing will keep us young you know not young men or women who spin their youth on cool playing...

From the Throat of Crows by Erica Manto Paulson

From the Throat of Crows by Erica Manto Paulson She circled the date she would wrap her car around a tree in blue eyeliner on her wall...

The Hindsight Octopus by Fanny Choi

The Hindsight Octopus by Fanny Choi HABITAT: Northern Atlantic Ocean caves and Greyhound luggage compartments; often, several miles from...

Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale

Mary's Lamb by Sarah Josepha Hale Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And every where that Mary went The lamb was sure...

I Worried by Mary Oliver

I Worried by Mary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it...

It Began by Mary Rose O'Reilley

It Began by Mary Rose O'Reilley It began, then, the war that never ended, though for a while we kept doing the old things: shopping...

First Alzheimer’s Sonnet by Marilyn Nelson

First Alzheimer’s Sonnet by Marilyn Nelson A wave enters the membrane labyrinth, and something mushrooms from nothing to now. Enacted...

Having checked the Egyptian Book of the Dead out of the library by Amy Gerstler

Having checked the Egyptian Book of the Dead out of the library by Amy Gerstler I'm seized by a form of remorse. Is this the best...

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard by Charles Wright

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard by Charles Wright East of me, west of me, full summer. How deeper than elsewhere...