these bare bones

When beauty breaks and falls asunder I feel no grief for it, but wonder. When love, like a frail shell, lies broken, I keep no chip of it...

Sadness can fade into time. Sadness can fade if you let it. Sadness can be jealousy. Sadness can be lost in the light of a clear moon nig...

Often I walk the dog at night. Once around the block, maybe twice, And sometimes we head up to the reservoir. If it's snowing, I put a l...

I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dank canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have entered into my des...

sorrows by Lucille Clifton who would believe them winged who would believe they could be beautiful    who would believe they could fall...

Psychoanalysis: An Elegy   by Jack Spicer   What are you thinking about? I am thinking of an...

Small Talk by Eleanor Lerman It is a mild day in the suburbs Windy, a little gray. If there is sunlight, it enters thro...

Sing Sing of all we have lost. Might there be a dream that remains true? Listless and hidden the outgoing glare. We live in an idiot box, w...

Sarah Sarah sinks into a shallow and grave disposition. This is life!, she thinks and fails under it. To her the digging is four days past...