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.
Chard deNiord: To the Muse
You wakened me to a dream of waking
in which I approached you and sang
your name.
Doug Anderson: Distance
She said my poems had emotion in them
as if they might have syphilis.
Baron Wormser: “Technology is our fate” 
Thus spoke the high-modernist architect Mies van der Rohe in the middle of the twentieth century. Nothing since then has refuted his remark. If anything, a good deal more fuel … Continue reading
Michael Simms: Bus
One afternoon at a bus stop in Ruston, Louisiana we picked up a single passenger, a huge man in a dirty plaid shirt, grease-stained khakis, and unlaced boots covered in mud.
Molly Fisk: The Lineage
the poets, tethered to each other
in the popular mind as if we were one
big family and we are
Video: Leonard Cohen — Tower of Song (Live in London)
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not comin’ on
I’m just payin’ my rent every day in the Tower of Song
Fred Everett Maus: In the Women’s Prison
[This poem is made of words from a meditation group in a maximum security prison] A woman meditates silently for two minutes, eyes closed— Always a block party … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Tuesday
You think of Sigmund Freud. You have a little bust of him on your desk, one you bought at the Freud home when you and your wife were in Vienna. … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Poetry, Gossip, and War (from a notebook)
James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces continues to sell and make money for his agent and publisher, who’ve disowned him. Initially he tried to sell the book as fiction but … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Every Evening Is a Train in the Unending Speed of Days
Every evening is a train. The floor is covered with toys, and every minute of the day a moment to imagine how colors begin, how sound arises from solid objects, … Continue reading
Bokar Rinpoche: Friendship
Like birds landing on a tree top together and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time. Therefore, it makes sense to live in harmony in unconditional friendship. … Continue reading
Jenne’ R. Andrews: Of Thanatos, the Footman
Naked you were luminous and all my cells photographed you, stayed with me all these years. But there was a shadow to that beauty. When we are older we acquire … Continue reading
Jose Padua: The Idea of Order Near the Exit to the Interstate
This morning when I got to my local big chain coffee house I ordered a breakfast sandwich and the woman behind the counter asked me my name and I said … Continue reading
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