Poem of the Day: Meg Day

HYMN TO A LANDLOCKED GOD Perhaps as a child you, too, sawthese stallion clouds & knew a skywith no blue was a sky tooreverent to be overlooked or understood. Perhaps heaven is the moon flag,not the moon, & you came to know praise as vertical only because the...

Reading Meg Day

  THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST   & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...