Poem A Day – Feb. 5, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Let Them Not Say Jane Hirshfield Let them not say: we did not see it. We saw. Let them not say: we did not hear it. We heard. Let them not say: they did not taste it. We ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 4, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Cachexia Max Ritvo Today I woke up in my body and wasn’t that body anymore. It’s more like my dog – for the most part obedient, warming to me when I slip ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 3, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Resurrection Sally Wen Mao In the autumn I moved to New York, I recognized her face all over the subway stations – pearls around her throat, she poses for her immigration ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Feb. 2, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY from “[the old soiled carpet of the wish to be Anais]” Wayne Koestenbaum writing on the bruised body and seeing into the bruise’s locked backyard, not psychoanalyzing ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 31, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Tuesday Fady Joudah Days been dark don’t say “in these dark days” done changed my cones and rods Sometimes I’m the country other times the countryside I ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 30, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Invitation to Love Paul Laurence Dunbar Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow; Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow. Come ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 29, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Songs to Joannes, V Mina Loy Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy – One wing has been washed in the rain The ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 28, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY Heritage Claude McKay Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of the vanished years, Your faun-like form, your ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 27, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY from “After Dinner Was Over” Katie Peterson I am enlightened, a man says after dinner, and he doesn’t mean what you think he means, he means he’s ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Jan. 26, 2017

#MIDDLEBURY from “[the old soiled carpet of the wish to be Anais]” Wayne Koestenbaum writing on the bruised body and seeing into the bruise’s locked backyard, not psychoanalyzing ... Continue Reading →