Poem A Day – Oct. 9, 2015
Hurricane Song
Kevin Young
Lady, won’t you wait
out the hurricane
all night at my place –
we’ll take cover like
the lamps & I’ll
let you oil
my scalp. Please, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 6, 2015
Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles
Sally Wen Mao
In Lijiang, the sign outside your hostel
glares: Ride alone, ride alone, ride
alone – it taunts you for the mileage
of your solitude, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 5, 2015
I Do
Sjohnna McCray
Driving the highway from Atlanta to Phoenix
means swapping one type of heat for another.
A bead of sweat rolls over my chest,
around my belly and evaporates
so quickly ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 4, 2015
That Music Always Round Me
Walt Whitman
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not
hear,
But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A tenor, strong, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 3, 2015
Mowing
Robert Frost
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 2, 2015
Geode
Alicia Jo Rabins
The plagues we wished upon ourselves
With aloe juice and cayenne
The planets we strained to reach
That was how being young tasted
Each of us a geode looking to ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 1, 2015
Leviathan
Laura Da’
In Westport the small French cart
of the voyageurs earned the name mule-killer.
Once Shawnee was the lingua franca
up and down the Mississippi,
then mollassi ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 30, 2015
Twelve-Hour Shifts
Jill McDonough
A drone pilot works a twelve-hour shift, then goes home
to real life. Showers, eats supper, plays video games.
Twelve hours later he comes back, high-fives, ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 27, 2015
Duval’s Birds
Conrad Aiken
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,
Circled three times above the upturned faces
With a great whir of brilliant outspread wings,
And ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Sept. 26, 2015
I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV)
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little ... Continue Reading →
