Poem of the Day: Cynthia Cruz

  HOTEL BERLIN   In the rooms of a rundown palace You said, Ruined. You said, Princess. You said nothing to me For three long weeks. The color of that room Is eel-black. When I was a girl and still German, I stood alone At the end of the sea. You may have...

Poem of the Day: William Stafford

  THE LITTLE GIRL BY THE FENCE AT SCHOOL   Grass that was moving found all shades of brown, moved them along, flowed autumn away galloping southward where summer had gone. And that was the morning someone’s heart stopped and all became still. A girl...

Poem of the Day: Beckian Fritz Goldberg

  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...

Poem of the Day: Diane Seuss

  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...