Poem of the Day: Kim Dower

  HE SAID I WROTE ABOUT DEATH   and I didn’t mean to, this was not my intent. I meant to say how I loved the birds, how watching them lift off the branches, hearing their song helps me get through the gray morning. When I wrote about how they crash into the small dark…

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(I’m Back) Poem of the Day: Jack Gilbert

  Hi everyone! I know it’s been a while again. But here I am: quiet little me, doing quiet not-so-little things. I’m in the process of starting a small feature series called The Curve with Write around the Bend, in preparation for their literary magazine launch next fall / winter, as well as an independent…

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My Dumb Heart

                  —To my fellow Benders, I threw on my grief.   MY DUMB HEART   is open wide and overflows with water. How I manage to stay alive is beyond me. I like to think that I am more than a wallflower, that others see something in me, that the love I feel swells out…

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Dear Emily—

  —Hope is the thing with feathers.   Here is a truth: I thrive on hope. But yet, here is another: if you fill a pillow with feathers, I cannot sleep— I wake in the middle of the night, heavy-chested and warm, throwing off the dark as if it were a spare blanket meant for…

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Poem of the Day: John Ashbery

  AT NORTH FARM   Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night, Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents, through narrow passes. But will he know where to find you, Recognize you when he sees you, Give you the thing he has for you? Hardly anything grows here,…

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Poem of the Day: Julie Bruck

                  —after Philip Larkin   TO BRING THE HORSE HOME   Is all I’ve wanted past wanting since I was six and delirious with fever, an infinitive forged from a night when giant ladybugs with toothpick antennae patrolled my wicker nightstand. Yes, I’ve been with horses since, travelled illegally with them in trailers, known certain…

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Poem of the Day: Danez Smith

  not an elegy for Mike Brown   I am sick of writing this poem but bring the boy. his new name his same old body. ordinary, black dead thing. bring him & we will mourn until we forget what we are mourning & isn’t that what being black is about? not the joy of…

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Poem of the Day: Franz Wright

                  —in the wake of another tragedy: praying for France   THOUGHTS OF A SOLITARY FARMHOUSE   And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so personally— it is only the force we exert all our lives to exclude death from our thoughts that confronts us, when it does arrive, as the…

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Poem of the Day: Elizabeth Bradfield

  PURSUIT                 —for Arctic Explorer Donald B. MacMillan                   Provincetown, September   All summer, town kids pose at the edge of the pier named after you and leap. I’ve just flown home from Baffin, Mac. A month of spotting polar bears, lecturing on tundra as raw wind shrugged us off, then winter chased us down the…

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