Author: Edward Taylor

My felisberto is handsomer than your mergotroid, Although, admittedly, your mergotroid may be the wiser of the two. Whereas your […]

The disorganization to which I currently belong Has skipped several meetings in a row Which is a pattern I find […]

I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room. Today’s big news: they found Amelia Earhart’s shoe, […]

This is the hardest part: When I came back to life I was a good family dog And not too […]

The common is unusually calm they captured the storm Last night, it’s sleeping in the stockade, relieved Of its duty, […]

They ask me if I’ve ever thought about the end of The world, and I say, “Come in, come in, […]

Some people go their whole lives Without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don’t hesitate To cut somebody’s […]

Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream- Ing so deep there was nothing […]

The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, More likely they were the random associations And confused ramblings of a […]

Speaking of sunsets, Last night’s was shocking. I mean, sunsets aren’t supposed to frighten you, are they? Well, this one […]

The bear that breathes the northern blast Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol’s […]

All night a door floated down the river. It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure From its former life, […]

I sit on the tracks, A hundred feet from Earth, fifty from the Water. Gerald is Inching toward me As […]

After the burial We returned to our units And assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture And not […]

There’s a fortune to be made in just about everything In this country, somebody’s father had to invent Everything baby […]