Many good books to choose among
By DONNA HINE
Some months it seems difficult to find good books to write about and others, like this one, it’s difficult to winnow down the choices to just five. I’m completely ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 5, 2016
Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czeslaw Milosz
Matthew Olzmann
You whom I could not save,
Listen to me.
Can we agree Kevlar
backpacks shouldn’t be needed
for children walking ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 4, 2016
My Doubt
Jane Hirshfield
I wake, doubt, beside you,
like a curtain half-open.
I dress doubting,
like a cup
undecided if it has been dropped.
I eat doubting,
work doubting,
go out to ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 3, 2016
The Answer
Carl Sandburg
You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
Silence.
In the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 2, 2016
January
William Carlos Williams
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 1, 2016
The Leash
Ada Limon
After the birthing of bombs of forks and fear,
the frantic automatic weapons unleashed,
the spray of bullets into a crowd holding hands,
that brute sky opening in ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 31, 2015
Work
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them, slack as though
they hardly noticed one another.
The father sanded the gunwales,
the boy coiled ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 30, 2015
Alternate Self-Portrait
Dean Rader
One day
I will drift
into darkness
and know it
perhaps
the way a son
recognizes a mother
after he has returned
from many years
of travel
understanding
the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 29, 2015
Gentle Collisions
Tara Betts
extract longing.
fold its edges
in gold paper
to rest on a scale.
the catapult of one
plate plummets
the other swings
bobs and waits
for a leaf of one’s
want ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 28, 2015
Like a Curtain
Jan Freeman
When she stretched her arms
the mist lifted and the red buds opened on the maple trees.
She, in the garden in pajamas,
danced with her friend Isabel,
as the ... Continue Reading →
