Poem A Day – Dec. 18, 2015
Jack Rabbit Slims Convenience Store
Kerry James Evans
It sits between the Dollar General
and Rescue Alley, begging
for change, white sign
with a Jack Rabbit dressed
like a ’40s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 17, 2015
The world, how
Martha Rhodes
The world, how greenesses
pop up. I’d forgotten. To be
found millions of years later,
mountains of bones ground down.
The tiniest with the largest.
You ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 15, 2015
Equivalents
Monica de la Torre
My child is my mother.
There is a perpetual tug of war
between the child in my mother
and the mother in my child.
My spouse is not father to my child.
The ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 14, 2015
Lullaby for Anyone
Stephanie Ford
Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling
and protesting your end. Whether I hunt,
gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over
is the order: live ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Dec. 12, 2015
Cosmopolite
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Not wholly this or that,
But wrought
Of alien bloods am I,
A product of the interplay
Of traveled hearts.
Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand
All ... Continue Reading →
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 →
