Poem of the Day: Allan Peterson

  THE INEVITABLE   To have that letter arrive was like the mist that took a meadow and revealed hundreds of small webs once invisible The inevitable often stands by plainly but unnoticed till it hands you a letter that says death and you notice the weed...

Poem of the Day: Chad Forbregd

  CAPGUN   Imagine a boy holding a capgun. Now, instead of a boy, imagine a man holding a portrait of a boy with a capgun. There’s an orange tip painted on the end of his assault rifle. It’s okay, it just looks fake, it’s actually quite...

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: Carrie Oeding

  APOLOGY TO MEDITATION   The meditation teacher said he wants to leave you alone with me. There should be no third party between me and “existence.” The meditation teacher said I would soon understand the nature of the mind rather than fight...

Poem of the Day: Erica Bernheim

  VIRGIL MOON   I’m willing to bet that greasy twenty stuck to the bottom of your empty file cabinet, it’s never me you think of when you try to shoot yourself onto the ceilings of your apartment. Your thoughts lie somewhere in the sink you call...