Poem A Day – May 9, 2016
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Crows
Marilyn Nelson
What if to taste and see, to notice things,
to stand each is up against emptiness
for a moment or an eternity –
images collected in consciousness
like ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 8, 2016
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Emergency Vehicles
Kay Ryan
Emergency vehicles
are on the way but
slow ones. You will
have to go on for
some time. Well, years.
Then one day they will
suddenly arrive
and ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 7, 2016
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Hunter
Phillip B. Williams
When you were mine though not
mine at all permanently, just a body borrowed
without permission, a body interrupted,
interruptive –
the sky ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 6, 2016
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Collectors
Marion Strobel
The barnacle of crowds –
Like a tuck
On a finished skirt, unnoticed –
He collected his material
Covertly:
A ragpicker,
A scavenger ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 5, 2016
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After You Have Vanished
Kevin Prufer
The little red jewel in the bottom of your wineglass
is so lovely I cannot rinse it out,
so I go into the cool and grassy air to smoke.
Which ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 4, 2016
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My Most Recent Position Paper
Bob Hicok
A little bit of hammering
goes a long way toward making
the kind of noise I want my heart
to look up to – or have you ever
gone ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 3, 2016
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My Grandmother’s Love Letters
Hart Crane
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
There ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 2, 2016
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A Sunset
Ari Banias
I watch a woman take a photo
of a flowering tree with her phone.
A future where no one will look at it,
perpetual trembling which wasn’t
and ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – May 1, 2016
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Persistence of Vision: Televised Confession
Solmaz Sharif
You are like a daughter
to me – the prisoner’s
mother tells me. Meal by
meal she sets then clears. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – April 30, 2016
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Haunts
Carl Sandburg
There are places I go when I am strong.
One is a marsh pool where I used to go
with a long-ear hound-dog.
One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there
a ... Continue Reading →
