Poems by Kay Ryan
Pinhole
... a small act to vanquish ...
Home to Roost
... The chickens are circling and ...
Repetition
... of flatness. One stumble ...
Cut Out For It
... back. Now such a feeling ...
Still Start
... wrenched out at random and ...
Salvage
... for extractable elements ...
Surfaces
... it’s powder), the whole ...
Miser Time
... on sliding hills of high- ...
Paired Things
... the broad winged raven of despair ...
Turtle
... She lives below luck-level, never imagining some lottery ...
Party Ship
... You are a land I can&rsquo ...
Sharks' Teeth
... Everything contains some ...
The Late Worm
... The worms which had been ...
A Certain Kind of Eden
... Even the one vine that tendrils out alone ...
Album
... behind the cherry blossoms ...
