Explorer by Kazim Ali I fear dispersal but the resounding really sounds may be full of echoor echolocation for the next round Eye rowed in the guest book of God my many sacred tonguesbody and bow Fingers spell now all the spaces I openYou now verse now open oh pen Cacti quiver for a centuryIn …

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The Gunman by Steven Sanchez Imagine:                               the four chambers of my heart                                                                            each loaded with a bullet,                               each beat another revolution                                                             in my chest, my throat                               a barrel,                                                             my curled tongue                                                                                                          a trigger.                                              …

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My Voice by Oscar Wilde Within the restless, hurried, modern world     We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I, And now the white sails of our ships are furled,     And spent the lading of our argosy Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,     For very weeping is my gladness fled, Sorrow hath paled my …

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Never to Dream of Spiders by Audre Lorde Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tubesoon implodes against nowlike an iron wallmy eyes are blocked with rubblea smear of perspectivesblurring each horizonin the breathless precision of silenceone word is made. Once the renegade flesh was gone fall air lay …

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Black Oaks by Mary Oliver Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,      or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance      and comfort. Not one can manage a single sound, though the blue jays      carp and whistle all day in the branches, without      the push of the wind. But to …

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