Poems by Kay Ryan
New Rooms
... tent. Oh but the new holes ...
All You Did
... gradual, you must assume ...
Crocodile Tears
... crocodile tears ...
Felix Crow
... Crow school is basic and ...
Soft
... Elsewhere, also, I see the mockeries of struggle, ...
Cloud
... wholly to do with trees, a color ...
Repulsive Theory
... extending far beyond the personal, ...
Blast
... other, fibers trying to ...
Flamingo Watching
... s some poorly jointed bland grey animal ...
The Fabric of Life
... We know that, even if ...
Bait Goat
... Set one out like a bait goat ...
Thin
... a skin of ice ...
Tenderness and Rot
... One is not meat ...
Salvations
... or double to a larger chamber ...
The Obsoletion of a Language
... And that it would be this ...
