Poem A Day – March 5, 2016

The River Ralph Waldo Emerson And I behold once more My old familiar haunts; here the blue river, The same blue wonder that my infant eye Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – March 4, 2016

Cut Lilies Noah Warren More than a hundred dollars of them. It was pure folly. I had to find more glass things to stuff them in. Now a white and purple cloud is breathing in each corner of ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – March 3, 2016

Proportion Ben Doller Just want things proportional. Just things, not all. Not kings, kings should be below: shoveling, dripping, and most of all – literally speaking – not ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – March 2, 2016

How to Prepare the Mind for Lightning Brynn Saito In the recesses of the woman’s mind there is a warehouse. The warehouse is covered with wisteria. The wisteria wonders what it ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – March 1, 2016

Blood Argument April Bernard You insist that the world belongs to a stony-hearted goat-god – how every time we act, we enact his vileness; how this is no ecstasy, just a bad labored ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 29, 2016

February 29 Jane Hirshfield An extra day – Like the painting’s fifth cow, who looks out directly, straight toward you, from inside her black and white spots. An extra day ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 28, 2016

Call of the Night Djuna Barnes Dark, and the wind-blurred pines, With a glimmer of light between. Then I, entombed for an hourless night With the world of things unseen. Mist, the dust ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 26, 2016

Long Night Full Moon D.A. Powell You only watch the news to find out where the fires are burning, which way the wind is blowing, and whether it will rain. Forecast ahead but first: A ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 25, 2016

Kansas Gary Jackson It’s love you left, we’ll say when you never come back for bells for the dead, for the grave stone heads: the only ones that don’t keep count. ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 24, 2016

Vapor Sara Eliza Johnson When it happens the rain is not black but powder. A noise bleeds from your ears and everything quakes alive inside you: the circuits of the flowers lighting ... Continue Reading →