Poem A Day – Nov. 14, 2016
#MIDDLEBURY
Psalm
Paisley Rekdal
Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches,
ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman
waits, with her ladder and sack, for something ... Continue Reading →
Poem A Day – Jan. 12, 2016
The Cry
Paisley Rekdal
A man can cry, all night, your back
shaking against me as your mother
sleeps, hooked to the drip
to clear her kidneys from their muck
of sleeping pills. Each ... Continue Reading →
