Poem A Day – Nov. 20, 2015
Chess
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Exactly four different men have tried
to teach me how to play. I could never
tell the difference between a rook
or bishop, but I knew the horse meant
knight. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 19, 2015
The Abasement of the Northmores
Michael D. Snediker
Hope is the thing with feathers, the fist of a house –
hold god held to the blazing sky of Hiroshima,
mon amour, my careful ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 18, 2015
Thunderstorm Stack
Anne Carson
A bird flashed by as if mistaken then it
starts. We do not think speed of life.
We do not think why hate Jezebel? We
think who’s that throwing trees ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov 17, 2015
Man in Flight
Betsy Andrews
My father, lungs a-warble, spreads his arms on the nursing home bed,
swoops low over rough, unfamiliar terrain. The hospice nurse ticks off procedures.
My ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 16, 2015
Our Portrait Exceeds Us
Alli Warren
There is a burning star and there is a gift
of choice at least sometimes
once something will come
from the world, it just appears
from nowhere
making ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 15, 2015
Autumn
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life’s newness, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 14, 2015
Morning Joy
Claude McKay
At night the wide and level stretch of wold,
Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold,
Far as the eye could see was ghostly white;
Dark was the night save ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 12, 2015
My Dissent and My Love Are Woven Inside Me
Wendy Xu
I commune with the text by way of railing against the text
The molecular processes of you are never finished
I move through ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 10, 2015
Passage
Thomas Dooley
And there was evening, humid
with lightning, when my father
fell to the earth like summer hail,
scattered. I gathered
my mother, we threw in
a handful of pebbles. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 9, 2015
Ceremonial
Eduardo C. Corral
Delirious,
touch-starved,
I pinch a mole
on my skin, pull it
off, like a bead –
I pinch & pull until
I am holding
a black rosary. Prayer
will ... Continue Reading →
