Featured Poem 8/26 – “The Elephant is Slow to Mate”
The Elephant is Slow to Mate by D. H. Lawrence The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait for the sympathy in their...
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Featured Poem 8/19 – “please advise stop [I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop]”
please advise stop [I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop] by Rusty Morrison I was dragging a ladder slowly over stones stop it was only from out of my thoughts that I...
Featured Poem 8/12 – “The Present”
The Present by Philip Levine The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each glows like lead or the eye of a dog...
Featured Poem 8/5 – “Safe Despair it is that raves—”
Safe Despair it is that raves— by Emily Dickinson 1243 Safe Despair it is that raves— Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Garrisoned no Soul can be In the...
Featured Poem 7/29 – “Lesson”
Lesson by Ellen Bryant Voigt Whenever my mother, who taught small children forty years, asked a question, she already knew the answer. “Would you like to” meant you would. “Shall we” was another, and...
Featured Poem 7/22 – “Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me”
Depressed By A Book Of Bad Poetry, I Walk Toward An Unused Pasture And Invite The Insects To Join Me by James Wright Relieved, I let the book fall behind a stone. I climb a...
Featured Poem 7/15 – “Night In Iowa”
Night In Iowa by Deborah Ager Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, whose sad voices storm the plains with longing.
Featured Poem 7/8 – “Portrait of My Parents Making Love as a Stomach Virus”
Portrait of My Parents Making Love as a Stomach Virus by Lauren Schmidt For two days, my father’s eyes were socked in fog. His body’s heat rose on a high flame. His face was...
Featured Poem 7/1 – “The Children”
The Children by Eugénio de Andrade translated by Atsuro Riley Children grow in secret. They hide themselves in the depths and darker reaches of the house to become wild cats, white birches. One...
Featured Poem 6/24 – “Filicudi”
Filicudi by Eliza Griswold You have a beautiful mouth, Luigi, the man-boy says. The rubber raft has floated far from shore. The choice is this: medusa sea, a boil of jellied lashes, or...
