source By Mark Wagenaar Just as the evening’s about to move on, they appear, not as the apparitional deer— here, & gone in th...

Probability By Lia Purpura source Most coincidents are not miraculous, but way more common than we think-- it's the shiver of ...

THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE Wallace Stevens I Clear water in a brilliant bowl,  Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more lik...

Missed Time Ha Jin   My notebook has remained blank for months thanks to the light you shower around me. I have no u...

Cagnes-Sur-Mer 1950 I am the only one who ever lived who remembers my mother's voice in the particular shadow cast by the sky...

how many times at my schoolgirl’s desk: what’s beyond those mountains? which rivers? is the scenery nice without tourists? am I right, R...

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. --WS Merwin

The Rhythms Pronounce Themselves Then Vanish After they told me the CT showed there was nothing wrong with my stomach but my heart was ...

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and...

"The Beer" by Kimya Dawson. It's really more of an incantation and it is brutal. I remember a friend's quasi-abusive ex...

DAYS Philip Larkin  What are days for? Days are where we live.    They come, they wake us    Time and time over. They ar...