Whatever gives pleasure is the fragrance/ of the Friend. Whatever makes us wonder// comes from that light. What's inside the/ ground begins to sprout because you spilled// wine there. What dies in autumn comes up/ in spring because this way of saying...

Together, above the kitchen sink, we peeled/ a hundred russets. You taught me howto scoop their eyes out. If we didn’t,// they’d watch us eat, you said. Steven Espada Dawson Potatoes have always given me purpose and comfort and pleasure. Mashi...

if I could sing/ you would hear me and I would tell you/ it's gonna be alright/ it's gonna be alright/ it's gonna be alright it would be something like that Juan Felipe Herrera As storms rain down and flowers grow. it's gonna be alright. As thing...

Let me enter the afterlife lithe not plodding.   Diane Suess, Folk Song I believe in an afterlife. I never plod. Sometimes I crawl. I sometimes cry. Sometimes I climb. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I sing. I never plod. When I feel myself...