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...

(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...

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...

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...