Poem of the Day: David Dodd Lee

  A POEM ABOUT BLUEGILLS   There are poems about bluegills. There are poems about trout. The bluegill doesn’t give a shit. It’ll eat a bare hook but would rather not hear about your childhood. The bluegill’s thick headed. It hunkers down in the weeds, thinking. The trout’s like a young girl in a wedding…

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Poem of the Day: Jody Rambo

  ELEGY IN WHICH A BIRD APPEARS   I will make of my mind a scrape nest for your absence. Clear a swale for silences. Hollow it deep. Let it wild be with sorrow. Let it small psalm home again. And when it becomes difficult to imagine nothing as solid as a mother’s arms, I…

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Poem of the Day: Naoko Fujimoto

  MOTHER’S LIPS                       After the Tsunami in Japan   You have no father, my mother said & wiped my neck with a long towel; I smelled the lavender soap: bubbles on her cheeks: the outline of her lipstick: dark purple around her lips; they were unlike mine; I wanted hers; I hated the garden scent;…

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What They Did Yesterday Afternoon

  WHAT THEY DID YESTERDAY AFTERNOON   they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?…

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Poem of the Day: John Rybicki

  I AM MAD AND THIS IS HOW I DANCE   I wheel my bed into the yard, stand it upright, braced on all sides by ropes. I am too small to house skies, bat-winged angels drunk on tar, dogs scraping their tongues against pavement. My veins finger through cement until they find grass, Irish…

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Poem of the Day: Julie Moulds

  AFTER READING RUMI   I say my prayers upside down, the wind blowing me like a clothespinned robe, my little bat hands curled together. I look for God in a school of fish. I look for God in Mammoth Cave. I look for God in an air balloon. If Jesus’ hot coal head is…

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Poem of the Day: Cynthia Cruz

  HOTEL BERLIN   In the rooms of a rundown palace You said, Ruined. You said, Princess. You said nothing to me For three long weeks. The color of that room Is eel-black. When I was a girl and still German, I stood alone At the end of the sea. You may have loved me…

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Poem of the Day: Daneen Wardrop

  AFTERNOON 3   After the storm, my daughter runs                                                             from deck to wading pool and back, many times,                                                                                         investigates a dragonfly, runs an agreement with gravity— to keep it happy                                                             that it can have a say— At what rip in the gravity do we enter? There are no places yet where her body resists…

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Poem of the Day: William Stafford

  THE LITTLE GIRL BY THE FENCE AT SCHOOL   Grass that was moving found all shades of brown, moved them along, flowed autumn away galloping southward where summer had gone. And that was the morning someone’s heart stopped and all became still. A girl said, “Forever?” And the grass. “Yes. Forever.” While the sky…

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Poem of the Day: Beckian Fritz Goldberg

  CROCUS   I wanted to stay in the earth: There, I needed no skin—the dark body was all around me. I had no tongue. Above me, sleep, a heaven of snow. Years, years. Then the split, the blue heart lifted almost out—who was coming to save me? How would I know myself, outside self……

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