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A Sea Star Contemplates his Existence in a Tide Pool
Grasping blindly through the barnacled slab he hunts eyeless for his armored prey. He cracks the clam and ignores the infant crab who traipses by but is no threat today. Perhaps he will hide in the deep again before the great 'Out There' supplies fresh store of food...
The Deception of Jacob
There was hardly time for her to close the door; but a moment in the darkness passed before she cast her veil upon the floor and welcomed him to end his long-held fast. Then on her breasts she felt his wine-drunk lips whisper, "Rachel, Rachel my little lamb," and as...
Repentance by Michael Taron
Waiting for conviction and that dull thud of expected guilt Afraid of the sharp clamp of conscience, but more afraid it will not come The fuzzy hum of delayed repentance and the dirt Still clinging to the back of my eyeballs Hurt, but oh how easy it would be to just...
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows...
Walking One Spring Morning
Walking one spring morning I weighed the cherry blossoms all brimming with new, full with such impossible hues that every petal, every blade, was like a schoolgirl at her promenade adorned for but an hour or two in reds or purples, pinks and blues before it's shorn...
Dream After Making 300 Valentines for Lifelong Aids Alliance: by Amy Doran
We sat, pasting crows from construction paper waiting for them to come to life. They did come to life, shuddering with breath, flapping cautiously, realizing. Jesus could be a camera watching over us when we're sick with letters sick with names, lying on a hospital...
Batter My Heart, Three-person’d God by John Donne
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to...
Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants
Some he bruises, some he bleeds, some he leaves son-less in a stranger's land. Some spit curses, while others fear they're damned. What man can sort the flowers from the weeds— can crack the husk to reap the treasured seeds? We only see through this darkened lens, and...
Immortal Sails by Alfred Noyes
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails. It is not time that makes...
Since There is No Escape by Sara Teasdale
Since there is no escape, since at the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no escape even for me Who love life with a love too sharp to bear: The scent of orchards...
A Firm Foundation of Unyielding Despair: reflections on a line of statues
Somewhere outside the Grands Boulevard, I can't remember where, there stands a line of stone-made sisters with breasts completely bare in that style that seemed so French to me, a tourist in Paris. Their thin marble arms would live on while all these beautiful fairy-...
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by W.B. Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled; The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made...
The Secret Rose by William Butler Yeats
FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose, Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep Men have named...
Ink Spots
Hearing the car approach, the garage door open, the engine stop, the driver's door swing shut, I ran from the room where I'd spilled the ink and fear was a goblin clutching at my gut. I'd tried to scrub the sofa cushions clean of several...
The Fantasy of Eve: a procrastinator’s too-late submission to Sherman Alexei’s poetry contest
She imagines herself with skyscraper legs posed seductively in the shower. The water slithers, snake-like, down a taper waist erect and conspicuous as a tower. The lavender oils run into the basin; the scent embodies her hope to be wanted but from somewhere she hears...