I would be assuming a great deal in saying
I’d like to hold water in my cupped hands
as we must hold all,
swagger and lager and fully loaded.
If this is a game then we have made it, unknowing.
Angela Doll Carlson / Solstice to Solstice
Mathias Svalina / Red Plastic Cup
C. Cleo Creech / A Poem for Jaheem Herrara: The Peace of Gentle Waves
James Schwartz / Last Night a Drag Queen Saved My Life
Samiya Bashir / Catch
|HONEY BEE (c. 1994–2010)|
You appear as if from the sea of nothing,
and dead from a storm that wrecked the hive.
I feel submerged, and see you,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Peter Dale Scott / Coming to Jakarta, IV.v
Susan Browne / Ode to Lily Jean
Diane Wakoski / Black Leather Because Bumblebees Look Like It
Jeffrey Skinner / Elegy with Yellow Boat
William Butler Yeats / The Lake Isle of Innisfree