Adam Patric Miller: Blood Orange
How do you get ideas for your poems? The visiting poet says he goes into the woods to catch a deer but always comes back with a rabbit or a … Continue reading
Tadeusz Dabrowski: Three Poems
One day the jars will break, and the memories will merge into a single oily puddle, which I shall enter, as into fire.
Luray Gross: Small Fists Knocking
Is a poem a teaspoon of salt in the ocean,
one grain of sand placed carefully
on a turret of the castle
just before the wave rushes in?
Michael Simms: The Skateboarder
Not sport but defiance
Not lifestyle but thrust and risk
A kick, an aversion to common sense
Archibald MacLeish: Ars Poetica
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
Joshua Michael Stewart: Functional
Because the dead
remind him that splinters in his palms
are gifts, he builds cabinets, chairs, houses.
His life is work, no room for self-indulgence
Doug Anderson: Dear Children
…all you’ve got to do is open a book like a door and descend the winding staircase down to the underground river and watch the reflection of the water wavering on the walls…
David Kirby: Taking it home to Jerome
Everything else was to come, everything about love:
the sadness of it, knowing it can’t last, that all lives must end,
all hearts are broken.
Doug Anderson: Distance
She said my poems had emotion in them
as if they might have syphilis.
Houman Harouni: The Dervish
The postures I held for long breaths by the flow of the Ganges I did not hold to achieve light I held no star in sight as I turned my … Continue reading
Sharon Fagan McDermott | Fragments: An Ars Poetica
within the word “ventriloquist,”
there’s “trout” and “rust” and “silver”
Katy Giebenhain: Forget Beauty
Forget family, inheritance,
the name
of any mountain, holler,
creek, county, neighbor you know.
But especially, forget beauty.
Matt Hohner: Where Are You Sending Your Poems This Week?
I’m sending my poems to reform school.
To prison. To the front lines. Straight to hell
on a one-way ticket.
