Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

cemetery of laeken, brussels.

I’d rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

i trapped him under a cup

and meant to slip some paper under,

take it outside and shake him off, free him.

but i forgot,

got distracted.

and when i saw the cup days later,

and realized what i had done.

i left it there for a month.

i didn't want to see his balled, warped little carcass, the consequence of my distraction, my laziness.

don't kill bugs

it makes me feel guilty

just because I'm bigger doesn't mean i should get the final

say on a tiny life.

and when i forced myself to lift the cup after a month

i expected to see him curled, dead on the counter;

but there was nothing there.

so i turned it over;

and saw a ghostly silver web woven in the lip of the cup.

and the spider, resting, dead, on top of it.

i sat and cried on the kitchen floor:

in his last moments,

he tried to make a home

of the darkness i gave him.