Faint Music by Robert Hass

Maybe you need to write a poem about grace. When everything broken is broken, and everything dead is dead, and the hero has looked into the mirror with complete contempt, and the heroine has studied her face and its defects … continue reading >>

Between the Wars by Robert Hass

When I ran, it rained. Late in the afternoon— midsummer, upstate New York, mornings I wrote, read Polish history, and there was a woman whom I thought about; outside the moody, humid American sublime—late in the afternoon, toward sundown, just … continue reading >>

TRESPASS by Matt Gano

We cloaked in dark navy our bags obese with Rust-O’s, fat-caps and thins, we were as big as we could be. The faint clacking of cans called to rattlesnakes coiled in the rockery like land mines. In the desert night, … continue reading >>

Keats’ Sparrow by Michael McGriff

Above my cold house at daybreak, you hang in a nest of thinning stars, navigate the pitch of the roof like November rain. Where’s the invisible bridge you’re building with your slow climbs, work songs, the blueprint of shadows you … continue reading >>

Evolution by Sherman Alexie

Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation right across the border from the liquor store and he stays open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and the Indians come running in with jewelry television sets, a … continue reading >>