Literatures

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery...

on the street below the tanks rolled on like congealing lava you grab the backpack you prepared a week ago and add your mother's antique salt cellar then rail your self slowly down the skeletal stairway to the bombed out square. you...

  If there is a book that  can really open hearts and minds, and lead to a new direction in life, is "This Nail I Hammered"  by Daniel Meurois-Givaudan. This is the incredible and touching (auto)biography...

My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red — fast flood. Able to take        anything it could wet—in a wild rush—                                  all the way to Mexico. Now it is shattered by fifteen dams over one-thousand four-hundred and...

Who is this moving swiftly through darkness in a landscape not yet given form by daylight slipping shapeless as a shadow through the dark and unknown places wearing night next to his skin wearing a pelt of pine and stone who is this atoms seething on his skin who passes through the...

my mother said that that her mother’s said that her mother and grandmother also said that yes, you have to do the great-grandmother said yes because who first said that yes was the husband, the brother the priest, the wooer or any other...

How did they kill my grandmother? This is how they killed my grandmother: In the morning a tank Rolled up to the city bank. One hundred and fifty Jews of the town. Weightless from a whole year's starvation. Pale, with the pangs...

Today I woke up such an angry angry bitch I didn't know where to put so much anger Then I stopped for a moment took a deep breath and realized that the anger came up from my uterus I went for a walk...

There is too much male white power at loose in the world There is too much male white power at loose in the world The smell of Pretoria The breath of the Pentagon The eye of the Kremlin How...

On summer evenings air thickens – and settles, dust dropping onto shelves of books silently – settles. These evenings lift from the pages of books, or out of dreams. Write your name in the dust that blooms on...