Poem A Day – Nov. 4, 2015
Poem
Suzanne Stein
There’s always room for another rose in the garden, Rosanna Arquette said to her sister
Patricia
This driver, making the commute an anxious scene, bus going ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 3, 2015
After the Disaster
Katie Peterson
A picnic in the sequoias, light
filtered into planes, and the canopy
cut through. Fire raged in that place
one month ago. Since I’d been there,
I’d ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 2, 2015
Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard
Patrick Rosal
Taytay, Rizal Province, Philippines
(based on the photo by Noel Celis)
Hardly anything holds the children up, each ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 1, 2015
Hoar Frost
Amy Lowell
In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 31, 2015
Garden Under Lightning
(Ghost-Story)
Leonora Speyer
Out of the storm that muffles shining night
Flash roses ghastly-sweet,
And lilies far too pale.
There is a pang of livid light,
A ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 30, 2015
First
Carrie Fountain
There is a holiness to exhaustion
is what I keep telling myself,
filling out the form so my TA gets paid
then making copies of it on the hot
and heaving machine, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 29, 2015
Unveiling, Wakefield
Gail Mazur
I say to the named granite stone, to the brown grass,
to the dead chrysanthemums, Mother, I still have a
body, what else could receive my mind’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 27, 2015
Dancer
Patricia Spears Jones
The man with the black feather tattoo pares this space
Between fantasy and the memory of a man’s carved
Torso, designed for stroking and celebration
Today ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 24, 2015
Tender Buttons [Suppose An Eyes]
Gertrude Stein
Suppose it is within a gate which open is open at the hour of closing summer that is to
say it is so.
All the seats are needing blackening. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 22, 2015
Last Advice
Jeffrey Harrison
The night before my father died
I dreamed he was back home,
and I in my old room
on the third floor, and he
was calling up to me
from the bottom of the ... Continue Reading →
