Happy Tuesday. In memory of Ralph Angel tonight, here are several of his poems from his collection, YOUR MOON, from New Issues Poetry and Prose. Enjoy. … Read More Poem of the Day & Remembering Ralph Angel
Happy Sunday, all! I had a wonderful, literary weekend, celebrating with Bill Olsen, New Issues Poetry & Prose, and fellow writer friends. Here are a few poems I loved from my weekend; enjoy!… Read More An Inspiring Day in Kalamazoo: Poems
A POEM ABOUT BLUEGILLS There are poems about bluegills. There are poems about trout. The bluegill doesn’t give a shit. It’ll eat a bare hook but would rather not hear about your childhood. The bluegill’s thick headed. It hunkers down in the weeds, thinking. The trout’s like a young girl in a wedding… Read More Poem of the Day: David Dodd Lee
I AM MAD AND THIS IS HOW I DANCE I wheel my bed into the yard, stand it upright, braced on all sides by ropes. I am too small to house skies, bat-winged angels drunk on tar, dogs scraping their tongues against pavement. My veins finger through cement until they find grass, Irish… Read More Poem of the Day: John Rybicki
AFTER READING RUMI I say my prayers upside down, the wind blowing me like a clothespinned robe, my little bat hands curled together. I look for God in a school of fish. I look for God in Mammoth Cave. I look for God in an air balloon. If Jesus’ hot coal head is… Read More Poem of the Day: Julie Moulds
CROCUS I wanted to stay in the earth: There, I needed no skin—the dark body was all around me. I had no tongue. Above me, sleep, a heaven of snow. Years, years. Then the split, the blue heart lifted almost out—who was coming to save me? How would I know myself, outside self…… Read More Poem of the Day: Beckian Fritz Goldberg
IT BLOWS YOU HOLLOW It takes your bones to bed, tongues out the marrow. Says it will meet you halfway, a hotel deep in Oklahoma where you’ll get adjoining rooms and have a couple of nervous breakdowns. It’s a no-show, waylaid. It orders the venison sausage, the lamb, the infant in puff pastry,… Read More Poem of the Day: Diane Seuss
SLEEPING WOMAN —after the painting by Richard Diebenkorn I’m walking east down Lovell in Kalamazoo in the middle of the afternoon, and it’s hot, July something, and there’s a man sleeping on the sidewalk— the way you would in your bed—his body a… Read More Remembering Herbert Scott
No matter how long I’ve been reading and writing professionally, it still amazes me how much a little time away can contribute to my appreciation of a larger work. During my first year as the Layout and Design Editor at New Issues Poetry and Prose, I had the extreme benefit of working with Kerrin… Read More “The Snapping Open of a Valve / A Bird’s Egg”: Reading Kerrin McCadden’s Landscape with Plywood Silhouettes
BECCA She says, It’s my birthday I’m going tomorrow. What’s your favorite font? What should I have him write? Serifs, I say, I like serifs. I like old typewriters—the keys little platters. I don’t answer the question about what to write. The vellum of her back. I am not her mother, who later… Read More Reading Kerrin McCadden
