

Good News By Linda Gregerson 1. The hobbled, the halt, the hasten-to-blame-it-on- childhood crowd, the undermined and over- their-heads, the…
Soliloquy of the Solipsist By Sylvia Plath I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming…
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye By Albert Goldbarth Physics says: go to sleep. Of course you're tired. Every atom in you has been dancing the shimmy…