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Toi Derricotte: Invisible Dreams

I have to make a
place for my body in
my body.

March 29, 2024 · 14 Comments

Joanne Durham: Becoming Educated 

No one spoke
of their exodus, how they fled homes
stolen or burned

March 28, 2024 · 2 Comments

Laurence Musgrove: In the Cockpit

I like to imagine that every morning
Before I get up, the pilot of my plane
Runs through the standard checklist,
Making sure the gauges and switches 
Are set and secure for an easy takeoff

March 27, 2024 · 1 Comment

Jose Padua: Orange

Auntie Nellie was the first dead person I ever
saw and she was lying in her coffin in the church
in Orange, Virginia after spending her last years
in something like a dark mist…

March 26, 2024 · 4 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Early Morning Considerations After a Night of Rain

Good morning, welcome, new Thursday. I arc
the blankets away. The dog sheds gladness all
around me as war news shrapnels out of NPR.

March 25, 2024 · 17 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Poem

And I am filled with a strange unease

March 24, 2024 · 4 Comments

Video: Wendell Berry reads his poem “The Peace of Wild Things”

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

March 23, 2024 · 6 Comments

Jianqing Zheng: The Dog Years of Reeducation (excerpt)

When the sampan glides to shore, the bird lands back on the shoulder of the rowing girl while lotus leaves whisper in the morning sunshine.

March 21, 2024 · 4 Comments

Theodore Roethke: The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

March 20, 2024 · 10 Comments

Tony Gloeggler: Honestly

I’ll place a bowl of Cheez-Its 
in her lap, drop a Milk Dud 
or Jordan Almond, spoon melon 
into her mouth.

March 20, 2024 · 16 Comments

Emily Suzanne Carlson: Mother of Pearl

oysters don’t ignore
the “irritant,” they tend to it,
letting it shimmer

March 19, 2024 · 4 Comments

Barbara Crooker: On Teaching Poetry Classes in My Old Elementary School in Honor of Its 100th Anniversary

Yes, I know my mother isn’t there, as I walk up and down Main Street; 
she’s moved to a different zip code, the one with no returns.

March 18, 2024 · 15 Comments

Wally Swist: Three Poems for Tevis

I discover what remains
is the light that shines through

March 17, 2024 · 14 Comments

Kim Stafford: How to make money

Sell munitions to nations at war. Sell relief supplies 
for distribution at war. Fly diplomats around to talk 
about war. Pay speech-writers to equivocate about war.

March 16, 2024 · 7 Comments

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