And let them drop down on my knee to-night. This said, . . . he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring To come and touch my hand . . . a simple thing, Yet I wept ...

There was being a child, and then there is wanting so desperately to stay as one — being so fraught and bruised and tired with the heresy of time. There you are, placing the rainbow-colored paper boat ...

Roughly 50 years after a young protester placed a single flower into the barrel of a military policeman’s rifle, a California poet is turning again to flower power — and drones — to protest war. Los ...

the coast. A radio, in evening, left on. Haines Eason was the 2010 winner of the Beau Boudreaux Poetry Prize from Cream City Review. He has published poems in many journals, including New England ...