Two Poems up at New Mexico Review today!

  Hi all! Just in case you haven’t heard elsewhere, my poems, “Excavation,” and “Passing through My Neighbor’s Backyard,” are both up at New Mexico Review today! Dear Editors, especially Tyler Mills, thank you so much for this recognition and giving these poems a home; I am so happy to be a part of this…

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Poem of the Day: Jericho Brown

  TO BE SEEN   Forgive me for taking the tone of a preacher. You understand, a dying man Must have a point—not that I am Dying exactly. My doctor tells me I’ll live Longer than most since I see him More than most. Of course, he cannot be trusted Not can any man Who…

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Poem of the Day: Carrie Oeding

  APOLOGY TO MEDITATION   The meditation teacher said he wants to leave you alone with me. There should be no third party between me and “existence.” The meditation teacher said I would soon understand the nature of the mind rather than fight with it. He winked at me then, a bit creepy. I’ll be…

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Poem of the Day: Nancy Botkin

  SKATES   In childhood you unfold the map of the world and smooth it out with your small hand, and with one finger trace a path somewhere not very far, usually a block or two from home where the pond is frozen over, where the trees sag a little from the weight of ice,…

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Poem of the Day: Mary Ruefle

  SAGA   Everything that ever happened to me is just hanging—crushed and sparkling—in the air, waiting to happen to you. Everything that ever happened to me happened to somebody else first. I would give you an example but they are all invisible. Or off gallivanting around the globe. Not here when I need them…

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Poem of the Day: Jean Valentine

  YOU DREW MY HEAD   You drew my head the back of my head my neck stem you made my head a charcoal skull and even the skull is turned away no eyes   —from Jean Valentine’s Door in the Mountain: New and Collection Poems, 1965 – 2003, Wesleyan University Press (2004)    

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Poem of the Day: Elizabeth Bishop

  THE BIGHT   At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything, the color of the gas flame turned as low as…

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Poem of the Day: Erica Bernheim

  VIRGIL MOON   I’m willing to bet that greasy twenty stuck to the bottom of your empty file cabinet, it’s never me you think of when you try to shoot yourself onto the ceilings of your apartment. Your thoughts lie somewhere in the sink you call your Amazon Basin, soapy home to blue Julies…

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The Gun Joke

  THE GUN JOKE   It’s funny, she says, how many people are shocked by this shooting and the next and next and the next. She doesn’t mean funny as in funny, but funny as in blood soup tastes funny when you stir in soil. Stop me if you haven’t heard this one: A young…

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Poetic Donations! #poeticdonations

  Hi, all! The holidays are upon us, and for many of us, so is the winter chill (with or without the snow yet), and I have an idea just in time for the holidays that could be beneficial to everyone! Contact me, either over on Facebook or at mcklynntozan (at) gmail (dot) com, and…

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