Anxieties by Donna Masini It’s like ants and more ants. West, east their little axes hack and tease. Your sins. Your back taxes. This is...

Spring Has Sprung by Anonymous Spring has sprung, The grass has riz, I wonder where the birdies is. They say the birdy's on the wing....

Amaryllis by Jessica Lamb I brought it home to find a blossom already come and gone in the dark box. The petals were slippery and stank...

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman 1 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in...

The Wild Horses of Chernobyl by Martha Silano I can’t stop thinking about the wild horses of Chernobyl, keep going back to the sepia...

Sonnet by Alice Notley The late Gracie Allen was a very lucid comedienne, Especially in the way that lucid means shining and bright....

Midwest by Paula Bonnell My heart is like Chicago’s Union Station. Once it was full of a thunder of arrivals, departures. In the gusty...

In Praise of Ice Cream Vending Machines at a Greyhound Bus Station by Aimee Nezhukumatathil All the buttons promise ...

Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the...