Poem A Day – Dec. 11, 2015
Bogliasco
Robert Polito
I’m always running ahead of my life,
The way when we walk you are always
Three, fifteen, forty steps behind
Taking a picture, or inspecting
A bottlebrush ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 10, 2015
In Emily Dickinson’s Bedroom
Lloyd Schwartz
A chilly light pervades the empty room
bringing neither its current nor former inhabitant peace.
Rather, its immaterial lingering infests
both ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 9, 2015
There Is a Bird in My Mouth
Natalie Scenters-Zapico
I found it on your belly, and caught it
with two fingers. I kept the bird
on a little perch behind my ear.
I plucked its feathers, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 8, 2015
Saturn.1
CAConrad
butterfly on a tissue box
not a real one
a painting
a monarch
one more sign
for anguish
poured and
poured a choice to feel or
stack bricks between
I was sad when my
talented ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 6, 2015
Most Sweet it is With Unuplifted Eyes
William Wordsworth
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 4, 2015
With My Brother
Robert Ostrom
Untying ropes from flagpoles.
Motionless, reluctant, unchanged
even by the stillness of flags
in a century of ordinary flags. How
I love to ride with my ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 3, 2015
Endtime
Anne Waldman
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction?
– William Blake
Won’t come alive ever yet or again? In the mind of Endtime it looks like this: ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 2, 2015
Sinking into the Leopard Pillow
Gillian Conoley
I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark
and hung all the whites on the table.
Greens and deep dirt browns and grays.
The ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 1, 2015
A Nearly Perfect Morning
Jessica Greenbaum
It was a nearly perfect morning – bucolic, pastoral –
so I found myself cataloguing my past humiliations.
Really, there was no ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 30, 2015
A Yellow Leaf
Ariana Reines
It’s shivering
Like a little lady rattling her bell
Calling for tea
Quivering in the old style
There’s a red light in Boston
At the close of ... Continue Reading →
