Poem of the Day, April 10
The Clearing
by Jena Schwartz
I watch over as the child sleeps.
Like an eagle, I circle the roofline,
creating a nest of blessings she cannot see.
Her eyes look like closed crescents
and I notice her dreams flickering
as a soft howl comes through the open window.
I whisper to her, sing
the lullaby of the girl and th [...]
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Poem of the Day. The Clearing by Jena...
Poem of the Day, April 10
The Clearing
by Jena Schwartz
I watch over as the child sleeps.
Like an eagle, I circle the roofline,
creating a nest of blessings she cannot see.
Her eyes look like closed crescents
and I notice her dreams flickering
as a soft howl comes through the open window.
I whisper to her, sing
the lullaby of the girl and th [...]
Poem of the Day. Boy and Egg by Naomi...
Poem of the Day, March 6
Boy and Egg
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
back to the house of muttering
hens. He too could make
a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh
it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it
to his ear while the other children
laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,
s [...]
Poem of the Day. The New Song by W. S...
Poem of the Day, September 3
The New Song
by W. S. Merwin
For some time I thought there was time
and that there would always be time
for what I had a mind to do
and what I could imagine
going back to and finding it
as I had found it the first time
but by this time I do not know
what I thought when I thought back then
there is no time yet it g [...]
Poem of the Day. The Edges Of Time b...
Poem of the Day, July 27
The Edges Of Time
by Kay Ryan
It is at the edges
that time
thins.
Time which had been
dense and viscous
as amber suspending
intentions like bees
unseizes them. A
humming begins,
apparently
coming
from stacks of
put-off things or
just in back. A
racket
of claims now,
as time flattens. A
glittering fan of things
competi [...]
Poem of the Day. I Like the Wind by R...
Poem of the Day March 29
I Like the Wind
by Robert Wrigley
We are at or near that approximate line
where a stiff breeze becomes
or lapses from a considerable wind,
and I like it here, the chimney smokes
right-angled from west to east but still
for brief intact stretches
the plush animal tails of their fires.
I like how the stiffness rouses th [...]
bucket bottom
tonight i’m feeling like i don’t get high enough
when i share my spliff with you
that hound gruffing
passes a frequency
that my fraying calm
cannot withstand
disintegration
the mosaic of bones
is what it implies…in respect to suicidal ideation
and honorable death…
according to standards
in this opp [...]
role
“grown woman”
you repeat at me
as if these moments
were the same
invalidation
plainly
my shoulders you said
would overtake
my neck
and i have not shrugged since
remind me of the stone age
and how the strong remain
remind me too
of how my not striking you
is a lack of entertainment
is splinter
where then is my totem-
falling on sharp rocks? [...]
ghost in sheets
ghost in sheets
by Dana Nolan
i will scout
the heels
of shit walekrs
for a trace
of the lie
i once found a truth
for now
ill type elaborate user profiles
for site sooooo specific
puns so horrific and subtlety
considered a flaw
in nobody’s tragedy
skipping songs
mis-clicking icons
patience is the virtue of a
culture I’ [...]
Poem of the Day. Shelleys Skylark by...
Poem of the Day March 8
Shelleys Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March)
by Thomas Hardy
Somewhere afield here something lies
In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies -
A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust
The dust of the lark that Shelley heard,
And made immortal through times to be; -
Though it only lived [...]
cereal killer
cereal killer
by Dana Nolan
3:30AM
crashing after clubbing
3:30PM “Hola” you texted
trying to be cute
yeah, i check ‘em.
LOL so hard you catch some waves through your thumbs
on your screen
wherever the fuck you are
you were tolerable in the bitter march flurries
but i had two stepped myself into a st [...]
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