Charles Simic – Shadow Publishing Company

“Lying there, closing one’s eyes in revery, A figment among figments Living one of their blessed moments Without recognizing the century”

Tom Wayman – Kitchen Poem

“But still I love to eat, as a person should. This is how I know there is something wrong with those who keep food from the poor.”

Barbara Kingsolver – Remember the Moon Survives

“This is how you learned to draw your life out like the moon, curled like a fetus around the shadow”

William Butler Yeats – Easter 1916

“All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born”

Derek Walcott – Endings

“even love’s lightning flash has no thunderous end, it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the flesh from sweating pumice stone”

Mindy Nettifee – This is the Nonsense of Love

“There is no clean way to enter the heavy machinery of the heart.”

Jon Pineda – My Sister, Who Died Young, Takes Up The Task

“What can I do? I ask finally. Nothing, she says, let me finish this one thing alone.”

Roger Mitchell – Giving a Box of Books Away

“Little caskets of my former dreams, I feed you back into the Ganges”

W.H. Auden – As I Walked Out One Evening

“‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead.”

Donika Kelly – Dear-

“Look: all of this was out of season, the doe tossed on the roadside, the melted snow— even me, standing over the carcass, and why?”

Carlos Drummond de Andrade – Morning Street

“To feel the lack of inborn strengths to want to carry him to the older sofa of a bygone ranch”