I have learned over time that reading is just as important as writing to the writing life. Whenever I am reading a book (fiction, poetry, whatever), I often find myself WANTING to tell others about what I’m reading, to encourage them to read, to share a passage. This is where I can do that. In each post that I include a passage, I will also state where it came from so you will have the opportunity to read more of those posts you enjoyed.
Help me turn my mind off. Help me be more than a song. The stress like a crow’s open flame. Help me to not give up on forgiveness. The work has become too wild here. Help me. Help me— (Days like today, poetry reminds me to live.) INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP … Read More Poem of the Day: Ada Limón
DARKENING, THEN BRIGHTENING The sky keeps lying to the farmhouse, lining up its heavy clouds above the blue table umbrella, then launching them over the river. And the day feels hopeless until it notices a few trees dropping delicately their white petals on the grass beside the birdhouse perched on its wooden post,… Read More Poem of the Day: Kim Addonizio
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… Read More Poem of the Day: Kim Dower
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… Read More (I’m Back) Poem of the Day: Jack Gilbert
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,… Read More Poem of the Day: John Ashbery
—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… Read More Poem of the Day: Julie Bruck
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… Read More Poem of the Day: Danez Smith
—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… Read More Poem of the Day: Franz Wright
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… Read More Poem of the Day: Elizabeth Bradfield
WILD GEESE You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile… Read More Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese”
