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Edna St. Vincent Millay: Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died

June 24, 2022 · Leave a comment

Ruth L. Schwartz: Love Letters from the Late Edge

two women, neither of us young, one of us frankly old,
walking our joy like a large animal
around a city lake

June 13, 2022 · 7 Comments

Bill Knott: Sonnet

The way the world is not
astonished at you
it doesn’t blink a leaf
when we step from the house

June 9, 2022 · Leave a comment

Mary Jane White: Friend, You Count Yourself Faithless,

…the Sea and all her ships
are women you are too certain of —
who would not marry you for love.

May 14, 2022 · Leave a comment

Carolyne Wright: Two Poems from ‘Masquerade’

These coastal nights in candle-flickering dark
I ride you easy, bare-backed and bare-breasted,
your sex straight up inside me like a second

March 16, 2022 · Leave a comment

Mary Jane White: “For You” by Marina Tsvetaeva

For you, I dissolve a handful of
Burnt hair in the glass.
So you will not eat, not sing,
Not drink, not sleep.

February 18, 2022 · Leave a comment

Meleager: A Garland of Love Poems

Ah, little archer, so you thought
to hide from me there
in Zenophila’s eyes!

February 12, 2022 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: When you, that at this moment are to me

When you, that at this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,
And be no more the warder of my heart…

February 11, 2022 · 2 Comments

Jessica Temple: A Study of Conjugation in Medias Res

And suddenly I wonder exactly how many times this had to happen
for both of us to be exactly here, exactly now.

February 2, 2022 · 2 Comments

Mary Jane White: Friend, Tell Me, What Can I Know

…always the sun failed again
for the evening, and the short grass fell dull
in the shadows, out of the slant-light.

January 3, 2022 · 3 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Godwit Beach

Remember? It was late in the afternoon,
we walked a while along these limestone cliffs,
under the silver ghosts of eucalyptus trees.

November 22, 2021 · 4 Comments

Chard deNiord: I Was Swimming

I was swimming with you in a river
that was both rushing and still.

November 16, 2021 · 4 Comments

Mary Jane White: Why, Friend, With Surprise and Awe

I weep easily and often
now for the world.

November 8, 2021 · 4 Comments

Peter Makuck: Two Poems

The beam
catches a raccoon
out on the flats

July 29, 2021 · 1 Comment

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