Poem of the Day: Larissa Szporluk

  LADYBIRDS   Brilliance is a carcass on a snow-white beach. Envy never sleeps. I tell my children truthfully: a long red beard is breaking from the darkness scale. He’s chasing you because you’re new. Because he’s old and sees the town in dirty tones:...

Poem of the Day: Norman Dubie

  TROMBONE   There were carols on the kitchen radio, a late cold night, entering the room while straightening the blistered Navajo rug, I remembered suddenly what the first eight notes of hark, the herald angels sing felt like vibrating through my body that...

Poem of the Day: Bill Rasmovicz

  THE MOON’S HIND LEGS   The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...

Poem of the Day: Frank Stanford

  THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE   There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And left the room to make his call. They die but they live. They are called the dead who lived through their deaths, And among my people...

Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

  JUVENILIA   Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond         skeleton still craves to have fever from the world behind. Hands reach back to relics of         nippled moons, extinct...