Poetry

Poem of the Week

Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.

Poem of the Week

She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.

Poem of the Week

My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.

Poem of the Week

If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.

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The first time we love, how tight we hang on to keep from drowning.

Poem of the Week

Lost land, this is a song for the scars on your back, for your blistered feet.

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Waiting for a cure, waiting for the closeout sale, the black sail.

Poem of the Week

When she sleeps, Shakespeare writes one more sonnet we’ll never read.

Poem of the Week

Underestimate the beauty in the world and spill coffee down your shirt.

Poem of the Week

Many times I’ve stood at the lip of this river and wanted to crawl in.

Poem of the Week

For one hundred years I followed old people to learn what I was in for.

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I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.

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In the morning light, I could hear Bashō hard at work.

Poem of the Week

The appendix on political correctness explains why none of that is funny.

Poem of the Week

You are afraid pain itself might develop a way to communicate.

Poem of the Week

We have harvested nothing more than the stench of middle age.

Poetry

For sixty or maybe seventy years this sidewalk has been lying here.

Poem of the Week

In every pair, one shoe smells of exodus, the other of the body’s sweat.

Poem of the Week

One door teaches to read for meaning and pleasure. Another shuts.

Poetry

I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.

Poetry

It’s another thing to have the beloved hesitate, silent, on the porch.

Poem of the Week

she was sixteen, and swimming. she was seventy-one, and soft.

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The highway hot with possibility, a new herd expected every five miles.

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I tell him: junkies are the only people worth talking to about love.

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Bone unspools its musculature to the crush of atmosphere.

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Poem of the Week

We need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane’s wing.

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Poem of the Week

When push comes to shove, I can get downright Aeolian on you, son.

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Poem of the Week

Tears sometimes come in a bottle. Open and apply several times daily.

Poem of the Week

The five notes, slowly, over & over, and with some light intent.