Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Man at the Museum of Modern Art
Why do I follow him — what
is it that makes me do that, often, in streets or
subways even, getting off before my stop
to follow a man, woman, couple?
Cornelius Eady: Charlie Chaplin Impersonates a Poet
Here is the little tramp, standing
On a stack of books in order
To reach the microphone
Hayden Saunier: After Watching the Attorney General Testify, May 1, 2019
I’m back outside, hands deep in dirt and dirt’s
the only thing that’s telling truth today.
Video: “Optimism” by Jane Hirshfield
out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs—all this resinous, unretractable earth
Emily Dickinson: We grow accustomed to the Dark
We grow accustomed to the Dark –
When light is put away –
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye
Michael Simms: The Parliament of Trees
The next morning I rode my bicycle to Wolf Corner where coyotes and dogs were
Hung on a wooden rack to discourage coyotes
Sharon Fagan McDermott: Meditation on a Sanctuary
And still there is shelter in shade
and pummeling rain, in the produce aisle
with its mounds of lemons, nectarines.
Jose Padua: Walking to Prospect Hill and Back on These Still Slow Days of Spring
our days growing warmer, our nights
shorter as we cross paths with every-
thing that lives and breathes or flies
Matt Hohner: Cold Spring Lane
Seven years before she’d leave us, our family is still
growing. I am three…
Sandra McPherson: Drunkard’s Path
From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”
John Clare: The Badger
The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.
Rick Campbell: My Uncle’s Hunting Trailer
I don’t remember
pulling the trigger, but the pistol kicked hard,
the air exploded; I missed the can.
Molly Fisk: Orion Over Burning Man
Last night at dusk a log cabin rumbled past,
front porch with three rockers, gable window.
