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back on earth frogspit is dripping
                 down wild aloe spikes  

poem excerpt, kaveh akbar                                   source image

There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed

poem excerpt, endymion, john keats                        source image

nemfrog:

I lay, like a beetle irrigating a rose,
my red thoughts in a red shade all I was

poem excerpt, henri cole                                     source image

And where is its violet mouth
Its ten fingers with which to fix me

poem excerpt, melissa broder                                  source image

stepping
through a lava tube, we emerge

poem excerpt, arthur sze                                      source image

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it

poem excerpt, billy collins                              source image

 their black and secret centers
lie shattered on the lawn

poem excerpt, jane kenyon                              source image

let men with gold teeth bow to my tits
and the blisters on my feet I become electric

poem excerpt, morgan parker                         source image

If you don’t look back,

the future never happens.

poem except, rita dove

I had a dream
about a crystal blue pool.
I felt stupid when I saw the ocean.

poem exerpt, wendy xu                                   source image

though I step back into the ditch, no whitening cloud dispels this world’s mystery—

poem except, arthur sze                        source image

from the train window, he saw they were on ladders cutting fruit off cacti — 

poem except, arthur sze

Fowzi the fool,  
who beat everyone at dominoes,
insisted he spoke with God as he spoke with goats

poem excerpt, naomi shahib nye                             source image

a black shape wandering the cornfields
devouring delicious little animalsa

poem excerpt, rosa chavez

the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.

poem excerpt, henri cole                                               source image

Elmohr Iris. Iris tulips daffodils. 1945. Cooley’s Gardens. Silverton, Oregon. Catalog cover detail. Processed.

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the half-compassion and half-horror we feel for the creatures
            we want not to hurt       and prefer not to touch

poem excerpt, craig arnold                             image source

we separate
at the lips. we have never kissed behind the school

poem excerpt/nate marshall                        source image

Morning, maybe it is evening, light
is flowing through the room. 

poem excerpt, robert hass                                   

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

poem excerpt, sylvia plath                               source image

Do not come anymore.
I am an animal
very rarely

poem excerpt, anna swir                                       source image

and I will make you see
what spring is all about

poem excerpt, marilyn singer                            source image

this man who never showed

me much affection but gave me a knack

for solitude, which has been mostly useful

poem excerpt, henri cole                                  source image

I understood we were to have some experiences many times in our lives
if we were lucky, but we would live them each time differently

poem excerpt, jessica greenbaum                             image source

I want you to tell me anything
Again and again

poem excerpt, jericho brown                                        source image