THE RAVEN Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,”… Read More Poem of the Day: Edgar Allan Poe
LA ESTRELLA When Polaris falls, my grandmother will mourn in the center of the earth, her grief a giant telescope expanding through mantle, lithosphere, crust— a grito. In her hand, a mirror of polished obsidian— lava’s reaction to water. In her hand, reflections: a plumed serpent, a jaw, a rosary, a spirit of… Read More Poem of the Day: Iliana Rocha
PRONE, NOVEMBER Just your slow, pink movements near the doorway. If there were fields, they’d long ago rolled back in agate bliss. Until you were indelible, a dahlia. Bale of hay, almost made for a woman bent over. Her pale sweet hedging (which, in certain landscapes, is an early form of love. )… Read More Poem of the Day: Louise Mathias
PRECIOUS Bring me sackcloth and oleander. Break out the shotguns. We’re going to town. Changes in the weather tracked on smoke-streaked yellowed windows via crosshatches thumbnail- scratched into their… Read More Poem of the Day: Clayton T. Michaels
L.V. WOMEN The Women wear their hair like a blonde ballet trained to perform each golden strand sun-bleached and chemical-precision, in perfect position. The women wear their skin unnaturally tight dry and porous like the concrete surrounds, pneumatic-pillow breasts under their gowns. The women wear their men on their arms never hand-in-hand, old… Read More Poem of the Day: Lisa Nanette Allender
WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped by a nun’s black habit, a fall of dark hair descending to wintry shoulders, an infinite… Read More Poem of the Day: Michalle Gould
My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to ask permission of my mother or daughter if I can go anywhere. I traded in my happiness like a receipt for defective batteries, & the world keeps turning without me.… Read More Two Truths & A Lie
I have some very cool news to share with you all today. Last year around this time, I posted a question on Facebook: “Friends, poets, writers, if there were an easily-accessed venue to have broadsides of your work made, how many of you would take advantage of such a service?” And the feedback was… Read More My “Apology” Broadside from Tracey Knapp’s Mouth is Here!!
TO THE NEW MOON Come night. Come sirens and midnight babies born in the backseats of taxicabs. Come moon. You crazy weeping alcoholic, quit drinking yourself into nothingness. Someone’s trumpet has gone missing tonight. Someone is looking for you, holding your hairbrush to the nose of a bloodhound. Leave your shadow on the… Read More Reading Tracey Knapp
Hi everyone! Just in case you haven’t heard, poet Tracey Knapp will be reading at IU South Bend tomorrow night at 7:30pm on the Bridge on the third floor of Weikamp Hall. She will be reading from her first full-length collection, Mouth, published by 42 Miles Press, and there will be books for sale… Read More Tracey Knapp Reading at IU South Bend Tomorrow!
Let me begin by playing a round of Two Truths and a Lie… We all know how this works, right? The speaker shares two truths about themselves, and a lie, but the lie must not be easily distinguished from the two truths, and the other players are supposed to guess which statement is a… Read More “Look Where That Has Gotten Me”: The Potential Self-Awareness & Honesty of Poetry: Reading Tracey Knapp’s Mouth
Hi all! Just in case you haven’t heard elsewhere, my surrealist poem, “The Healer,” is in this year’s The Spooklet! Dear Editors, thank you so much for this recognition and giving this poem a home and for all the work you put into these awesome, individualized, hand-made editions. So, readers! If you’re interested in… Read More Poem in this year’s The Spooklet!