Poem A Day – Nov. 12, 2015
My Dissent and My Love Are Woven Inside Me
Wendy Xu
I commune with the text by way of railing against the text
The molecular processes of you are never finished
I move through ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 10, 2015
Passage
Thomas Dooley
And there was evening, humid
with lightning, when my father
fell to the earth like summer hail,
scattered. I gathered
my mother, we threw in
a handful of pebbles. ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 9, 2015
Ceremonial
Eduardo C. Corral
Delirious,
touch-starved,
I pinch a mole
on my skin, pull it
off, like a bead –
I pinch & pull until
I am holding
a black rosary. Prayer
will ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 8, 2015
Altitude
Lola Ridge
I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 7, 2015
Advice to a Blue-Bird
Maxwell Bodenheim
Who can make a delicate adventure
Of walking on the ground?
Who can make grass-blades
Arcades for pertly careless straying?
You alone, who skim ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 6, 2015
Did You See the Sky?
Rachel Jamison Webster
Did you see the sky through me
tonight, carbon blues and clouds like ropes
of wool behind a fringe of branches,
great combs of black stilling ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 4, 2015
Poem
Suzanne Stein
There’s always room for another rose in the garden, Rosanna Arquette said to her sister
Patricia
This driver, making the commute an anxious scene, bus going ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 3, 2015
After the Disaster
Katie Peterson
A picnic in the sequoias, light
filtered into planes, and the canopy
cut through. Fire raged in that place
one month ago. Since I’d been there,
I’d ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 2, 2015
Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard
Patrick Rosal
Taytay, Rizal Province, Philippines
(based on the photo by Noel Celis)
Hardly anything holds the children up, each ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Nov. 1, 2015
Hoar Frost
Amy Lowell
In the cloud-grey mornings
I heard the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles ... Continue Reading →
