Poem A Day – Sept. 30, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Shared Plight Kamilah Aisha Moon Bound to whims, bred solely for circuses of desire. To hell with savannahs, towns like Rosewood. Domestics or domesticated, one name or ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 29, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Resurrection Alison Hawthorne Deming My friend a writer and scientist has retreated to a monastery where he has submitted himself out of exhaustion to not knowing. He’s ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 28, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Deer at Twilight Paula Bohince Darkness wounds the barley, etching it with denser clouds. A herd sends its envoy out to nose the garbage at road’s edge before creeping ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 27, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Amaze Adelaide Crapsey I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these. About this poem “Amaze” was published in ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 26, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Letters Ralph Waldo Emerson Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 25, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY The/A Train David Tomas Martinez A honey badger’s skin can withstand multiple blows from machetes, arrows, and spears, but these rusted weapons haven’t killed anything ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 24, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY A Taste of Blue Cynthia Manick I tell my father about the way I collect small things in the sacs of my heart – thick juniper berries apple cores that retain their ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 23, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Self-Portrait in Charleston, Orlando Dean Rader The news this morning said that Ramadi had fallen to ISIS and that the president did not have a plan to push them back into ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 22, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY The First Layer of City Marianne Boruch Concerning the lost and so much of it, the Professor of Antiquities is on TV again – Think about that. I love the word oxymoron ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Sept. 21, 2016

#MIDDLEBURY Schuyler today and the students Kate Angus wake up when he mentions colors and light, streets they’ve walked – Second Avenue, West 20th, Park. This guy is happy, ... Continue Reading →