Gay Marriage

The angles of the city gave the impression of happiness, the torquing El, the tourist sculpture like a globe shimmying through a looking-glass sock.

The Poetry Foundation
Innocence

Tell me how we found this mouse hole where we nibble crumbs and curl to sleep whisker to tail. Tell me how you can love a mouse who took a hundred…

The Poetry Foundation

we emerge from the last tunnel to where
the bridge’s gargantuan red suspensions
loom between a lowering mist and the bleared
upswell of blond hills, showing a mere tendril
of red cables and one tower’s massive tuning fork,
uncanny, oddly collate, but enough for her
to stutter, “Beauty, beauty, beauty…,”

a word my father whispers to completion:
“full, full, full.”

David Woo

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Word – Bellevue Literary Review