By Jacob Silverman
The iconic death photo of Robert Walser has been artistically reinterpreted many times.
By Erika Meitner
A nail gun fires into wooden scaffolding up the hill— the skeleton of a roof unfolding above the trees. Rat tat tat. Bunk bunk bunk. There is music,
By A. E. Housman
In battles of no renown My fellows and I fell down,And over the dead men roar The battles they lost before.The thunderstruck flagstaffs fall,
By Mahmoud Darwish
I saw the procession, followed the coffin like the others, with head respectfully bowed. I found no reasons to ask them, Who’s this stranger? Where’d he live? How’d he die? There are many causes of death, among them the ache of life.
I asked m [...]
By Claudia Emerson
It was not death we came to fear but her life,her other birth, waking remade from the womb
of that disease. One leg was withered, a dragging-
By Ross MacDonald
By Charles Wright
Whose name will be inscribed in the book just before mine?
By Matt Donovan
The trick was breathing in, you claimed, as if that was all they gathered to watch as you milked the crowd in your matador sash, rum-slurring some speech no one could hear above the river's thunder.
By Linda Pastan
I remember when my bodywas a friend,
when sleep like a good dogcame when summoned.
By Ted Kooser
A tiny wood raft was afloaton the cold gray seaof the cellar floor [...]