Eleanor Lerman: Fiddlestick
Admit nothing tonight: break everything
that can be broken and banished and
let it be known that the heart
is nothing but an old fiddlestick
lying forgotten in the grass
September 29, 2025 · 8 Comments
Jordan Smith: Parts of the Same Project,
Awake to a language he didn’t know,
A woman by a window, her silhouette
Between light crossing a meadow
September 28, 2025 · 4 Comments
Jose Padua: Driving Out of Town on the Day Before What Would Have Been My Mother’s 93rd Birthday
she would have loved the blue and yellow tones of this early evening
Pennsylvania sky as busy as a symphony over the landscape of this small town
so far from Asia
September 25, 2025 · 6 Comments
John Ashbery: A Worldly Country
For night, as usual, knew what it was doing,
providing sleep to offset the great ungluing
that tomorrow again would surely bring.
September 24, 2025 · 20 Comments