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: Ross Gay

  BURIAL   You’re right, you’re right, the fertilizer’s good— it wasn’t a gang of dullards came up with chucking a fish in the planting hole or some midwife got lucky with the placenta— oh, I’ll plant a tree...

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: Robert Hass

  THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING   Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding one another’s hair, which is strawberry blond and the texture of cold rivers. They glance down from time to time at...