Poem A Day – Jan. 22, 2016
First Snow
Arthur Sze
A rabbit has stopped on the gravel driveway:
imbibing the silence,
you stare at spruce needles:
there’s no sound of a leaf blower,
no sign of a black bear;
a ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 21, 2016
Palo Borracho
Chip Livingston
The jacaranda blooms beside the drunk stick tree.
Come. I see you swelling with nectar. Hear you,
Venteveos, shriek till night. Come. See me.
The jacaranda ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 20, 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 →
Poem A Day – Jan. 19, 2016
Of Shock
Nicole Cooley
Sudden blow bundle of grain a surprise a heap of sheaves meaning trade
with the Dutch
A thick mass of your hair on the brush in the pillow in my mouth
When an ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 18, 2016
Prayer
Nathan Parker
our Father I do love to walk
down to the shore at dawn
while the ground is cold
and there sprinkle my cells
to smashed ocean radios
I dream that I was born
with ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 17, 2016
Sea Violet
H. D.
The white violet
is scented on its stalk,
the sea-violet
fragile as agate,
lies fronting all the wind
among the torn shells
on the sand-bank.
The greater blue violets
flutter ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 16, 2016
To Hope
Charlotte Smith
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!
How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
For me wilt thou renew the wither’d rose,
And clear my painful ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 15, 2016
Larrea
Louise Mathias
Moved the jackrabbit
from the road, laid her under
a bush. Land of little
shade, we do what we can.
One sport is crying while driving.
Another the daffodil light.
All ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 14, 2016
Degrets
Anselm Berrigan
drawn frogs appear to serve the exoskeletal goddess
in full mollusk shrug, shelves built for dated wreck
registers, cranial outbursts finely detailed, opening
at ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 13, 2016
Blue Vase
Cynthia Zarin
Because you like to sleep with curtains drawn,
at dawn I rose and pulled the velvet tight.
You stirred, then set your hand back on my hip,
the bed a ship in ... Continue Reading →
