Poem A Day – Oct. 29, 2016
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The Son I’ll Never Have
Mark Wunderlich
The son I’ll never have is crossing the lawn. He is lying on an imaginary bed,
the coverlet pulled up over his knees ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 28, 2016
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On Strings of Blue
Cedar Sigo
for Bill Berkson
Was it tonight’s
flirtatious
remark or his
exquisite song-book
on stage?
My outside life
has turned itself in,
any opening
up ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 27, 2016
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Big Bend National Park Says No to All Walls
Naomi Shihab Nye
Big Bend has been here, been here. Shouldn’t it have a say?
Call the mountains a wall if you must, (the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 26, 2016
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The Captured Goddess
Amy Lowell
Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
A moment,
At ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 25, 2016
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Ghost Music
Robert Graves
Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes’ tuneful company,
Drifted ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 24, 2016
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[No strawberry moon]
Emmy Perez
No strawberry moon for me, tonight. No strawberry moon. This small house creaks when I walk and open it. I have to weigh it, to goddess or ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 23, 2016
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Eelgrass
Douglas A. Martin
I put shells there, along the lip of the road.
Bivalves from last summer’s dinners. dog eats
a charred rock.
I have begun practicing
to ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 22, 2016
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Book of Statues
Richie Hofmann
Because I am a boy, the untouchability of beauty
is my subject already, the book of statues
open in my lap, the middle of October, leaves
foiling ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 20, 2016
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When I Was a Glacier
Emily Skillings
That Bruegel painting
of hunters returning
in winter, the filmmakers
go nuts for it. A sad rabbit
on a stick & more. It’s ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Oct. 19, 2016
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dem bones
Richard Scott
for a bottle of red
a coat hanger
the school gardener
would make us boys a
skeleton out of
that coat hanger
working with pliers
a bunsen burner he
bent ... Continue Reading →
