“Dread” by J.M. Synge
Beside a chapel I’d a room looked down, Where all the women from the farms and town, On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass. Then… Read More
“Maximus to Gloucester, Letter 27” by Charles Olson
I come back to the geography of it, the land falling off to the left where my father shot his scabby golf and the rest of us played baseball into the summer… Read More
“Difficult Body” by Mark Wunderlich
A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi— half-moon of carcass and jutting legs, eyes already milky with dust and snow, rolled upward as if tired of… Read More
“Recitativo” by C. Dale Young
As an arrow flies through the air, some will say it swims because it bends and flexes from side to side, like a fish does, like a fish swims. But is that… Read More
“Anecdote of the Jar” by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer… Read More
“Bees in the Attic” by Erica Dawson
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“Skinhead” by Patricia Smith
They call me skinhead, and I got my own beauty. It is knife-scrawled across my back in sore, jagged letters, it’s in the way my eyes snap away from the obvious. I… Read More
“Times Literary Supplement” by Ernest Hilbert
Poem published recently in The Oxonian Review. … Read More
“The Crossroads” by Joshua Mehigan
This is the place it happened. It was here. You might not know it was unless you knew. All day the cars blow past and disappear. This is the place it happened.… Read More
“miss rosie” by Lucille Clifton
when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe… Read More
“Some, too fragile for winter winds” by Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet are cold. Never the treasures in her nest The cautious grave exposes, Building… Read More
Ernest Hilbert Reads “Coil” from Sixty Sonnets
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For Valentine’s Day, a Poem by Luke Stromberg, “Squirrel Luck”
A beloved holiday classic by Mr. Stromberg. … Read More
“Rowing in the Dawn” by Ernest Hilbert in The Oxonian Review
I rowed for one of St. Catherine’s “beer” eights, or social eights, at Oxford. We would haul the big wooden boat out before sun rose in the winter so we could be… Read More
“The Fluffer Talks of Eternity” by D.A. Powell
I can only give you back what you imagine. I am a soulless man. When I take you into my mouth, it is not my mouth. It is an unlit pit, an… Read More
“Academic” by Theodore Roethke
The stethoscope tells what everyone fears: You’re likely to go on living for years, With a nurse-maid waddle and a shop-girl simper, And the style of your prose growing limper and limper.… Read More
“Here” by Joshua Mehigan
Nothing has changed. They have a welcome sign, a hill with cows and a white house on top, a mall and grocery store where people shop, a diner where some people go… Read More
“The Saint and the Crab” by William Logan
Along the campo, Manin’s bronze winged lion prowled among the tanned intruders, licking their hands. Pools of iridescent shellfish lay open in the restaurant window, a shop of otherworldly opals, the mussels’… Read More
“First date” by Callie Siskel
How could I forget that hour in the corner, behind the pool table, under the cues? The chairs were just there, brown leather, waiting against a wood wall where pairs of names… Read More
“Speculation and Conjecture” by Katy Evans-Bush
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“Wild Turkeys” by John Foy
They hump like grunts in a long line down out of the woods, all black against the snow, and go behind the house to a rally point out back to eat from… Read More
“Ex-Boyfriends” by Kim Addonizio
They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober, they’re passing through town and want dinner, they… Read More
“American Income” by Afaa Michael Weaver
The survey says all groups can make more money if they lose weight except black men . . . men of other colors and women of all colors have more gold, but… Read More
“Lion” by Jericho Brown
I wish you tamed. I wish what you fear— A night alone in the forest. A father who leaves you there. I wish you Were ten years old again. And in love… Read More
“Foreclosure” by Lorine Niedecker
Tell em to take my bare walls down my cement abutments their parties thereof and clause of claws Leave me the land Scratch out: the land May prose and property both die… Read More
“Little by Little” by Rachel Hadas
Let nothing be too big or small to say or see. End of the world; cockroach on the counter; deja vu; tail of a dream; anonymous phone call; child asleep; kettle begins… Read More
“Letter from the Coast” by Morri Creech
A brackish foam recalls those summers here, a slur of mica specks and glimmerings the sea drags back, spume tossed up like a froth of pearl. Wet rocks and a wharf’s pilings… Read More
“Happy Ending” by Fleur Adcock
After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her eyes until he was buttoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies—those they had willingly displayed—but a frail endeavour… Read More
“Everyone’s Mobilized” by Rebecca Wolff
Everyone’s invited! “If your whirlpool has ceased to pull its weight, it is enough to enter the Grand Park and reclaim a louche point on its perimeter. You know it is circular… Read More
“January 1939” by Dylan Thomas
Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires, Shall the blind horse sing sweeter? Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer The supper and knives of a mood. In the sniffed… Read More