David Huddle: Villanelle for Lady Day
Billie said, “If I’m going to sing like someone
else, then I don’t need to sing at all.” Let’s
just say I was white and knew how to conform.
June 18, 2020 · 2 Comments
Miriam Levine: Daylight Savings
There’s more light than anyone would need.
At six o’clock the sky is bright.
I have my friend’s last poem to read.
March 4, 2020 · 1 Comment
Edwin Arlington Robinson: The House on the Hill
They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill They are … Continue reading
July 27, 2018 · Leave a comment
Elizabeth Gargano: Villanelle — Song of the MRI
Into the white tube, the silver coffin I shoot. The machine rumbles and creaks and in the floating distance, cathedral bells clang in a city of towers where rain falls … Continue reading
October 12, 2016 · 2 Comments
