Counting Toward Sleep by Nance Van Winckel From each corner the grey cranes appear and, as if wingless, march off like old soldiers,...

Tomatoes of Kobari by Christina Cook Many of the Italian soldiers who died in the World War I Battle of Caporetto, near present- day...

For the Graduation [Bolinas School, June 11, 1971] by Robert Creeley for Sarah Pretension has it you can't get back what's gone by....

The Traveling Onion by Naomi Shihab Nye “It is believed that the onion originally came from India. In Egypt it was an  object of...

White Sands by Arthur Sze --Walking along a ridge of white sand-- it's cooler below the...

The Hunter in the Snow by William Carlos Williams The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the...

Ode to the Tiniest Dessert Spoon in All Creation by Karen An-Hwei Lee In a new translator’s version of Genesis, there’s no Adam. No...

Dusting by Rita Dove Every day a wilderness—no shade in sight. Beulah patient among knicknacks, the solarium a rage of light, a...

I knelt for my mother at the altar. I was not greedy, never asked for a miracle. I just wanted God to give her strength and rest. Four...

Ode to the Pollo Asado Burritos from Alberto’s Tacos by Jose Hernandez Diaz I am faithful to you. Faithful, like the sun and moon. I...

Maintaining the Species by Deborah Burnham In the zoo's glass room, two dozen warblers from New Guinea hop and preen. They're ten...

And Now, Some Good News by Tristan Tuttle a cardinal lands in the trumpet vine — he whistles / a dog wearing goggles sits atop a...

Portrait of Girl with Comic Book by Phyllis McGinley Thirteen’s no age at all. Thirteen is nothing. It is not wit, or powder on the...

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...