Gloria Dye

Molly Brodak:

“Give me a kiss and then some kind of talk.
But not too much.”

Chelsey Minnis

“A furious devout drench” A poem by Philip Larkin.

1916 Spring Sunset Algonquin Park #tt1916

James Wright, from “To the Muse”

Tess Gallagher • Midnight Lantern

Alejandra Pizarnik ~ the hour sinking into the emptiness of my closed eyes

Anna Mendelssohn

poem I never shared from The Poetry Review two summers ago

Some Forugh Farrokhzad to bring us some light

I am a candle, with my burning heart
I fill with light the ruins that surround me;

You have watched
The vanishing of the separate ghosts. You have seen,
Over the bannister, the disappearance
Even of those who tried to remain.
You should not wait for the walls
To speak. Go into the bathroom,
Turn on the faucet, and swim into the street.

— Barbara Guest

“We are held / as in a carton / if someone / loves us.”

— Kay Ryan

What will you want
when I arrive?
Every light down there
is where it is because someone
felt a stab of desire.

—Lee Potts, We’ll Miss the Stars in the Morning

I just want to take a moment and celebrate this beautiful chap by Lee Potts 📖 from Bottlecap Press…

Zbigniew Herbert, from “Mr. Cogito Thinks of Returning to the City Where He Was Born” (translated by John & Bogdana Carpenter)

A noun sentence, no verb
to it or in it: to the sea the scent of the bed
after making love ...

- Mahmoud Darwish, 'A Noun Sentence'

'Lost as a candle lit at noon'

Alice Notley

What’ll you do?

Robin Blaser

Wendell Berry