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Video: The Lost Words Blessing

Enter the wild with care, my love
And speak the things you see

September 27, 2020 · 2 Comments

Phillis Wheatley: To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth

Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn

September 25, 2020 · Leave a comment

Peter Makuck: Two Poems

Every summer day was the last I thought,
even before my parents were gone

September 24, 2020 · 2 Comments

Kathryn Levy: They

They scare us with headlights. They swerve
into our bodies. They surround us with houses
and ten foot high fences.

September 23, 2020 · 2 Comments

Stephen Dobyns: How to Like It

These are the first days of fall. The wind
at evening smells of roads still to be traveled,
while the sound of leaves blowing across the lawns
is like an unsettled feeling in the blood,
the desire to get in a car and just keep driving.

September 22, 2020 · 1 Comment

Sandy Solomon: Ghazal

A night of ghazals comes to an end to fill with birds.
As the sky blues, their calls braid in New Jersey.

September 21, 2020 · 1 Comment

José Emilio Pacheco: High Treason

I’d die
for ten places,
a few folks,
ports, forests, deserts, forts,
a broken city, gray, monstrous

September 18, 2020 · 7 Comments

Adrian Blevins: How I wrote The Brass Girl Brouhaha

I wrote The Brass Girl Brouhaha by tattooing the word WRONG across my heart to help me muster the strength I’d need to argue with a world that wanted me to say “hey, y’all!” in a hill-country accent sipping tea under a dogwood in a pink smock smattered with etchings of ivy.

September 18, 2020 · 1 Comment

Kristofer Collins: Good Days

My place in this life
a given and the years rolling out
in front of me a tender invitationto stick around

September 17, 2020 · 2 Comments

Tayve Neese: He says, it’s so shallow

murex shells teaching
wisdom of spirals

September 16, 2020 · 1 Comment

Angele Ellis: In Lebanon, 2000 June

It was the summer the Israelis withdrew, leaving
behind
a landmined no-man’s-land of phosphorus orange groves,
blighted with white like the kingdom of the Snow Queen.

September 16, 2020 · 3 Comments

Terry Blackhawk: At the Moscow Circus

The illusion comes and goes and I don’t deny
I almost see them as ‘real’—all of them, the bear
inside the man inside the bear.

September 16, 2020 · Leave a comment

Majid Naficy: Fatherly Advice

Live every moment of your life
As if you are just born

September 15, 2020 · 3 Comments

Bertha Rogers: What Want Brings

Gray rain seeps through the fall
of played-out clouds, loops among hills,
ragged mountains; flexes and thins cut, contoured fields.

September 14, 2020 · 1 Comment

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