Poem of the Day: Susan Prospere

Hi friends! A beautiful image for your Monday evening— * SILVER THAW How cold the angels are—so they come down to Mississippi,their breath rising from the ice of their bodies to frost the clover.  And they take the trees one by onebecause they are jealous.All...

Poem of the Day: Nikki Giovanni

SKY DIVING I hang on the edge of this universe singing off-key talking too loud embracing myself to cushion the fall I shall tumble into deep space never in this form or with this feeling to return to earth It is not tragic I will spiral through that Black hole losing...

Poem of the Day: Frank Stanford

THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come backAfter the doctor has smoothed the sheetAround their bodyAnd left the room to make his call.They die but they live.They are called the dead who lived through their deaths,And among my peopleThey are considered...