Poem A Day – Dec. 19, 2015

What the Thrush Said John Keats O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 18, 2015

Jack Rabbit Slims Convenience Store Kerry James Evans It sits between the Dollar General and Rescue Alley, begging for change, white sign with a Jack Rabbit dressed like a ’40s ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 17, 2015

The world, how Martha Rhodes The world, how greenesses pop up. I’d forgotten. To be found millions of years later, mountains of bones ground down. The tiniest with the largest. You ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 16, 2015

Naming Ceremony Honoree Fanonne Jeffers for Jerry Ward, Jr. Shallow curve of the land between master and owned I have dismissed you until I come upon kin Since time my jaws have collected ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 15, 2015

Equivalents Monica de la Torre My child is my mother. There is a perpetual tug of war between the child in my mother and the mother in my child. My spouse is not father to my child. The ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 14, 2015

Lullaby for Anyone Stephanie Ford Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling and protesting your end. Whether I hunt, gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over is the order: live ... Continue Reading →

Poem a Day – Dec. 13, 2015

The Mystery Paul Laurence Dunbar I was not; now I am – a few days hence I shall not be; I fain would look before And after, but can neither do; some Power Or lack of power says ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 12, 2015

Cosmopolite Georgia Douglas Johnson Not wholly this or that, But wrought Of alien bloods am I, A product of the interplay Of traveled hearts. Estranged, yet not estranged, I stand All ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 11, 2015

Bogliasco Robert Polito I’m always running ahead of my life, The way when we walk you are always Three, fifteen, forty steps behind Taking a picture, or inspecting A bottlebrush ... Continue Reading →

Poem A Day – Dec. 10, 2015

In Emily Dickinson’s Bedroom Lloyd Schwartz A chilly light pervades the empty room bringing neither its current nor former inhabitant peace. Rather, its immaterial lingering infests both ... Continue Reading →