Beauty by B.H. Fairchild |
Beauty Therefore, Their sons grow suicidally beautiful. . . -James Wright, "Autumn Begins in Martin's Ferry, Ohio" I. We are at the Bargel...
Posted by Adam Smith on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:03:00 PST |
What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver |
What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver He said it doesn't look goodhe said it looks bad in fact real badhe said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung beforeI quit counting themI said I...
Posted by Adam Smith on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:09:00 PST |
Snowbanks North of the House by Robert Bly |
Snowbanks North of the House Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house ... Thoughts that go so far. The boy gets out of high school and reads no more ...
Posted by Adam Smith on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:06:00 PST |
Deaf Girl Playing ~ James Tate |
"Deaf Girl Playing"This is where I once saw a deaf girl playing in a field.Because I did not know how to approach her without startlingher, or how I would explain my presence, I hid. I feltso disgusti...
Posted by Adam Smith on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 05:45:00 PST |
Why I chose to be a Conscientious Objector |
i submitted my conscientious objector paperwork after a year long tour in Iraq (OIF II). About six months after submission it was accepted by the commanding general, and the army. Yet, I, at the sa...
Posted by Adam Smith on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 01:50:00 PST |
Adam by Federico Garcia Lorca |
Adam
A tree of blood soaks the morningwhere the newborn woman groans.Her voice leaves glass in the woundand on the panes, a diagram of bone. The coming light establishes and winswhi...
Posted by Adam Smith on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 02:43:00 PST |
The Panther by Rilke |
The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else. It seems to him there area thousan...
Posted by Adam Smith on Wed, 17 May 2006 09:09:00 PST |
All I Can Do by Patricia Zontelli |
All I Can Do
I am the reason someone gets up
in the morning; I am the Red Cross Dog
and I notice how the country heaves
with unrest, how right before snow falls
the air smells li...
Posted by Adam Smith on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 02:37:00 PST |
Star Hole by Brautigan |
Star Hole
I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward
me.
The light pours
itself through
a small hole
in the sky.
I'm not very ...
Posted by Adam Smith on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 10:26:00 PST |
