epub |eng | 2021-10-15 | Author:Crystal Wilkinson

BLACK BODY My black body is a boulder, a stop sign. Sometimes i think my body is graceful, a song of freedom. Sometimes i think it is something that every ...

epub |eng | 2022-08-30 | Author:Rio Cortez [Cortez, Rio]

Maternal Instinct I can hear all the wind chimes in Harlem (from the oldest elm with no plaque on 154th Street to that weird store run by Ms. Dee where ...

epub |eng | 2022-05-30 | Author:Nina Mingya Powles

faraway love is translucent in the desert faraway love is present in light-reflecting segments into which she pressed lengths of shuddering some fingerprints still visible Last eclipse After Annie Dillard ...

epub |eng | 2017-02-08 | Author:C.D. Wright

Obscurity and Voyaging The hand was having a hard time holding the pen. A superficial cut. A long clear silent night. A book held open by a dolostone. The occupant ...

pdf | | 2017-12-06 | Author:Rohrer, Matthew

pdf | | 2017-10-13 | Author:Manorama

pdf | | 2016-03-28 | Author:Ahmed H. Moustafa, Hassan A. El-Sayed, Rasha A. Abd El-Hady, Abdelfattah Z. Haikal, Maher El-Hashash

epub |eng | 2018-05-10 | Author:Ted Kooser

Two On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men in his sixties, the other ...

epub |eng | 2016-12-21 | Author:Cate Marvin

Sympathy and Envy Until my friends abducted me The world was a cubicle The point where the passage runs east to west puzzles me Your world It is you and, ...

epub, azw3 |eng | 2016-02-10 | Author:Robert Frost

10 Did ever you feel so? I hope you never. It’s got so I don’t even know for sure Whether I am glad, sorry, or anything. There’s nothing but a ...

epub |eng | | Author:Jim Harrison

Easter Morning On Easter morning all over America the peasants are frying potatoes in bacon grease. We’re not supposed to have “peasants” but there are tens of millions of them ...

epub, mobi |eng | 2014-03-31 | Author:Kevin Powers

with their late spring blanketing of pollen underneath the unreal quality of light in which we lived, until I climbed into the seat beside him, that rag he had by ...