Poem A Day – Feb. 11, 2016
Evolution
Linda Bierds
How, Alan Turing thought, does the soft-walled,
jellied, symmetrical cell
become the asymmetrical horse? It was just before dusk,
the sun’s last shafts ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 10, 2016
Downstairs in Dreams
Chase Twichell
Trying to fall asleep,
I count down stone steps
into the dark, and there they are:
Centaurs, half in and half out
of the woods, hindquarters still ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 9, 2016
Epistemology of Laundry
F. Douglas Brown
this week’s last load of laundry has me stealing
my son’s precious teenage time I reenact the duty
of my father and what comes hammering ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 8, 2016
I’m Learning Nothing This Night
Reginald Dwayne Betts
The magazine on my lap talks
about milk. Tells me that in America,
every farmer lost money on
every cow, every day of every ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 7, 2016
To S. M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works
Phillis Wheatley
To show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
When first thy ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 6, 2016
Shut Not Your Doors to Me Proud Libraries
Walt Whitman
Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring;
A book I have ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 5, 2016
The Living Beauty
W. B. Yeats
I’ll say and maybe dream I have drawn content –
Seeing that time has frozen up the blood,
The wick of youth being burned and the oil spent ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 4, 2016
Circuitry
Janine Joseph
I.
The rung wide
receiver forgets why
he set his keys on the football field.
Whose are they? he asks – a ringing
in his ear – while clenching
the ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 2, 2016
Accidental Blues Voice
Anna Journey
My ex-lover received it at seventeen
skiing the steep slope at Wintergreen called
Devil’s Elbow. The early snowmelt along the Blue
Ridge had ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Feb. 1, 2016
Skit: Sun Ra Welcomes the Fallen
Ruth Ellen Kocher
Jupiter means anger. Sun Ra does not. Sun Ra dances the Cake Walk on Saturn’s pulpy eyes. If you believe that, I’ll tell ... Continue Reading →
