Poem A Day – July 8, 2016
#MIDDLEBURY
Vapor
Martin Rock
Tonight I’m to occupy a single breath:
to let it slowly out as an open kettle might
release its steam, left long on the stove.
Eventually all substance ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 24, 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 →
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 →
