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...

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...

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...

Poem of the Day: Christine Garren

  THE WOVEN MESSAGE   come hide near me I’ll count however long I need to count the insects in the web— I like the still living ones—that beat of wing I hear or the still turned-on ignition of the firefly—I see one’s underbelly blink on and...