Rachel Hadas: Rainbow Parfait
…to be the archaeologist of one’s own past,
as if the sleeper, wakened now, alert,
was perched at the top of a trench
peering at something shining down below
September 4, 2023 · 7 Comments
Doug Anderson: Underneath the sequined day there are tunnels
We enter them in sleep, hang our masks
on a hook and our names are erased.
September 3, 2023 · 14 Comments
Michael Simms: Tootling Along
I hope you don’t mind my sharing links to my own recent publications.
September 2, 2023 · 26 Comments
Gail Langstroth: Two Poems
A split-shadow on the granite wall
shapes fronds into dark wings.
September 2, 2023 · 2 Comments
Sarojini Naidu: In the Bazaars of Hyderabad
What do you cry, O ye Fruit merchants?
Citron, pomegranate and plum.
What do you play, O ye musicians?
Sitar, Sarangi and drum.
September 1, 2023 · 18 Comments
