Poem of the Day
Her Beckett
By Anne Carson
Going to visit my mother is like starting in on a piece by
Beckett.
You know that sense of sinking through crust,
Sweet Heart
By Eileen Myles
Fresca’s got a new look
but I’m not drinking
that. My coke
From “No Home Go Home / Go Home No Home”
By Kazumi Tanaka & Jeffrey Yang
Where do you come from? Where did you grow? Your leaving
brought you here To the nest at the center of your home Where
have you flown? Your lowered gze at the center of your home Where
In the Middle of My Life
By Dana Goodyear
I breathed on the glass
of my other lives
so I could write in the fog.
Rights
By Amanda Auerbach
I do not do well without my chattel.
I do not do well without doing what I will with my chattel.
My chattel my bodies my buildings my land.
Poem for My Stranger
By Meghan O’Rourke
You can hear me walking
from your bed, where the blankets
aren’t enough to keep you warm.
Spoken for a Pair of Ferrets
By Stephen Burt
Too serious
no longer, we
have learned to love
The Money
By John Freeman
The money, he asks, haven’t you
thought about the money?
We’re feeding her
The Camperdown Elm
By Ben Lerner
Our children do not mean
Their numbers are up, the fireflies
To kill them when they cup
For Saylor, for Use Later
By Frederick Seidel
The crocodile is eating the new barman!
There’s a leg sticking out of its mouth.
Waiter, I’d like another one while I take in this gorgeous sunset.