Poem A Day – Aug. 29, 2016
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Sea Lily
H.D.
Reed,
slashed and torn
but doubly rich –
such great heads as yours
drift upon temple-steps,
but you are shattered
in the wind.
Myrtle-bark
is flecked ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 28, 2016
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Mutability
William Wordsworth
From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day, – Aug. 27, 2016
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Echolocation
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The whales can’t hear each other calling
in the noise-cluttered sea: they beach themselves.
I saw one once – heaved onto the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 26, 2016
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Why Eat Why Kill
Abraham Smith
how hunger boy
mercer must you
brain crane lay
over lap one
dream broom
person starved
down chaff
rain pencil
shaving ego
peck of
pimpled ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 25, 2016
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Artistic Statement
Denise Duhamel
My body of work is very similar to my corporal body. I often employ traditional forms (Spanx/dieting) but just as often revert to a more ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 24, 2016
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with grief with fury with action
Ed Pavlic
when we lose track of the person not to be
confused with that democratic fetish
‘the individual’ when ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 23, 2016
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On Being Told I Look Like FLOTUS, New Year’s Eve Party 2014
January Gill O’Neil
Deep in my biceps I know it’s a complement, just as
I know this is an all-black-people-look-alike ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 22, 2016
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Lost Illusions
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Oh, for the veils of my far away youth,
Shielding my heart from the blaze of the truth,
Why did I stray from their shelter and grow
Into ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 21, 2016
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Moments of Vision
Thomas Hardy
That mirror
Which makes of men a transparency,
Who holds that mirror
And bids us such a breast-bared spectacle see
Of you and me?
That mirror
Whose ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Aug. 20, 2016
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The Calm
John Donne
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage,
A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth ‘suage.
The fable is inverted, and far more
A block ... Continue Reading →
