Poem A Day – Feb. 3, 2017
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Resurrection
Sally Wen Mao
In the autumn I moved to New York,
I recognized her face all over the subway
stations – pearls around her throat, she poses
for her immigration ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 2, 2017
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from “[the old soiled carpet of the wish to be Anais]”
Wayne Koestenbaum
writing on the bruised
body and seeing into the
bruise’s locked backyard, not
psychoanalyzing ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 31, 2017
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Tuesday
Fady Joudah
Days been dark
don’t say “in these dark days”
done changed my cones and rods
Sometimes I’m the country
other times the countryside
I ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 29, 2017
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Songs to Joannes, V
Mina Loy
Midnight empties the street
Of all but us
Three
I am undecided which way back
To the left a boy
– One wing has been washed in the rain
The ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 28, 2017
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Heritage
Claude McKay
Now the dead past seems vividly alive,
And in this shining moment I can trace,
Down through the vista of the vanished years,
Your faun-like form, your ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 27, 2017
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from “After Dinner Was Over”
Katie Peterson
I am enlightened, a man
says after dinner, and he doesn’t
mean what you think
he means, he means he’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 26, 2017
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from “[the old soiled carpet of the wish to be Anais]”
Wayne Koestenbaum
writing on the bruised
body and seeing into the
bruise’s locked backyard, not
psychoanalyzing ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 25, 2017
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Civilian
Jared Stanley
All was permitted you.
Rooted out as a misfire or
somebody’s chance smudge
stabbed into a satisfied mind,
your face was feathered in spittle.
Go ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 24, 2017
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This City
Eugenia Leigh
could use more seraphs.
Anything with wings, really –
a falcon, a swallowtail.
Ravenous for marvels, I slit open
a chrysalis. Inside,
no caterpillar ... Continue Reading →
