Poem A Day – Jan. 29, 2016
Alexandr Blok
David St. John
One snowy night I was smiled upon by Russian gods
& found myself at dinner opposite
The Moscow scholars a married couple – he only
the world’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 28, 2016
I Have This Way of Being
Jamaal May
I have this, and this isn’t a mouth
full of the names of odd flowers
I’ve grown in secret.
I know none of these by name
but have this ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 27, 2016
Hill Behind Finn’s House, Val Verde, January
Iris Cushing
How to get around it isn’t clear.
A thicket hedged across the road,
a high curve mass
of tumbleweeds.
Wind draws ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 26, 2016
Brewerytown
Iain Haley Pollock
This morning, the lovers –
who last night were slurring and stumbling
and when I looked out, each gripping
the other’s taut throat in a clench ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 25, 2016
Mud Season
Tess Taylor
We unstave the winter’s tangle.
Sad tomatoes, sullen sky.
We unplay the summer’s blight.
Rotted on the vine, black fruit
swings free of strings that ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 24, 2016
Aware
D. H. Lawrence
Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so
Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze
See in the sky before ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 23, 2016
Love
James Russell Lowell
True Love is but a humble, low-born thing,
And hath its food served up in earthen ware;
It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand,
Through the every-dayness ... Continue Reading →
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 →
