Poem A Day – Sept. 10, 2016
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Letter to the Northern Lights
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
The light here on earth keeps us plenty busy: a fire
in central Pennsylvania still burns bright since 1962.
Whole squads ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 9, 2016
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Hoarders, Tara
Kate Durbin
Orlando, Florida
My name is Tara and I’m 55 years old Precious Moments angel statue
I would not classify myself as a hoarder, more of a ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 8, 2016
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Senior Discount
Ali Liebegott
I want to grow old with you.
Old, old.
So old we pad through the supermarket
using the shopping cart as a cane that steadies us.
I’ll ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 7, 2016
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Ode to Richmond Hill
Rajiv Mohabir
then the drunk teen scatters
a cascade of copper on cement,
the old Uncle yells, eyes silver
eyes in disbelief, Pick up yuh
paisa, na ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 6, 2016
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The Dream
Lola Ridge
I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day . . .
(Air
heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium . . .
domes
fired in sulphurous ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 5, 2016
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Endymion
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green,
With shadows brown between.
And silver ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 4, 2016
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Poem for Vows
Matthew Zapruder
(for E. and G.)
Hello beautiful talented
dark semi-optimists of June,
from far off I send my hopes
Brooklyn is sunny, and the ghost
of Whitman ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 3, 2016
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Hothouse
Raymond McDaniel
A rose, rose. A violet, violet. A jade, jade.
No. The architecture of each, a refusal.
Rose is not rose nor violet violet nor jade jade.
But each ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 2, 2016
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Ars Poetica
Leslie McGrath
To have
even a
lotto chance
of getting
somewhere
within yourself
you don’t quite know
but feel
To cling
to the periphery
through the constant
gyroscopic
re-drawing ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 1, 2016
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Draft of a Landscape
Juliet Patterson
after Paul Celan
The hare’s
dust pelt
against the juniper’s sky
now
in the eye uncovered
a question clear
in the wing
of ... Continue Reading →
