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.
Doug Anderson: Because Poetry
Has become of such little use to you Has no meaning outside its tribe Has been supplanted by music lyrics for most of the population who might otherwise be reading … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: The Art
To honor Lawrence Ferlinghetti on his 96th birthday, I send along this poem about poems. i I’ve never written a poem that said what I meant one means as much … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: An Ars Poetica
In the dark of the jeweled cities, below the mirror
buildings, in the wind that funnels up the street canyons
blowing hats off and women’s hair sideways
poets are passing a small flame from one pair
of cupped hands to another.
Doug Anderson: Rediscovering our world through poetry
Morning rumination: Hive mind, large and small. Some years ago, having been trained in the tight modernist lyric, the poem that adds up to the neat conclusion, usually with an … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Words and Letters
Originally posted on Shenandoah Breakdown:
When I was in first grade I hated the box of little cardboard squares with the letters printed on them, because whenever they took it…
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