poetry Emily Dickinson, "The Sunset stopped on Cottages" (950) I want Dickinson's confidence, though I can't help but think it hubris.
poetry Kyla Houbolt, "morning" A few of my more fateful encounters have been with those obsessed with simplifying.
poetry Matsuo Bashō, "Lady Butterfly" Bashō witnesses a butterfly with resplendent, patterned wings hovering over an orchid.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "To fight aloud is very brave" (126) Dickinson says "To fight aloud is very brave," and "brave" catches me unguarded. I don't think I've ever been "brave."
poetry Adam Zagajewski, “Auto Mirror” Those who drive wherever they like, whenever they like—I've been jealous of them for so long.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "Our share of night to bear" (133) ...your literal self is on full display during a move.
poetry Kyla Houbolt, "But What Do You Know?" Parts. That's what Houbolt begins with. "[M]aybe the problem is that God has been split up / into parts."
poetry Andrea Cohen, "Night" Andrea Cohen's "Night" sketches the mystery of night so well that I find myself lost in it.
poetry Kobayashi Issa, "Mosquito at my ear" Issa laments one of the more miserable summer experiences. A literal bloodsucker, not content with biting and stealing, makes its presence felt loudly.
poetry Yehuda Amichai, "Forgetting Someone" Yehuda Amichai takes an everyday error—leaving a light on too long—and finds it apt for describing one of our hardest pains, that of having to forget someone.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "The difference between Despair / and Fear" (305) The outstanding question of Dickinson's "The difference between Despair / and Fear" is why the difference has to be known.
poetry "Things Fall Apart," or Auden's Animals & Ryan Boyd's "Wolves" Ryan Boyd's poem "Wolves" elegantly testifies to our present madness.
poetry Rae Armantrout, "Anti-Short Story" In recent days, the problem of tone has asserted itself rather forcefully. Those subject to second-class citizenship meet a litany of demands about their tone.
poetry Victoria Chang, "Watchers" Your truest thoughts, developed in the intimacy of your mind by means of dialogue with the world, deserve better than to be ripped from your possession.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "If I can stop one heart from breaking" (919) Dickinson is practical, not obsessed with sounding practical.
poetry Jane Hirshfield, "Everything Has Two Endings" Grief and pain are tied to a loss of communication. There's a numbness in knowing you can't be heard.
poetry Matsuo Bashō, "Seek on high bare trails..." Can wisdom be summed up? Made into a brief but elegant legacy?
poetry Wendell Berry, "Be Still in Haste" "Be Still in Haste"—strictly, an imperative, but as it regards "Haste," an invitation to meditation.
poetry Jane Mead, "The Geese" So much of my being is wrapped up in places I am comfortable. I'm not always clear on how to achieve those places.
poetry Yosa Buson, "New Year's Day" When I first wrote on this poem, I thought it expressed how the newness of Spring, the promise of renewal, was nothing but a murky, wintery swamp...
poetry Humberto Ak'abal, "If Birds" Truth be told, in a world where noise-cancelling headphones are needed, the "mic drop" appears profoundly countercultural.