Poem of the Day
Consecutive Preterite
By Jessica Laser
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
I don’t give
a pound of
mule mucous
Ah well, I walk out into the road all fancied up.
I must admit I feel fine. But, you see,
A statement of this sort is misleading.
To love & hard febril disalligned, continually
disalligned almost disheartened fearing
disappointment in you or disgrace in lack
One may wish to slaughter or to save the bull—but first one must master the cape. With the politics I differ; for the man I feel nothing but love. Without him I might never have been a poet. His esthetic discoveries were powerful enough to enable me to dispute with him to the death in an arena where the combat is eternal: the arena of poetry.
Juan Garcia
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Who cares if something simple happens in a complicated
manner? I could fall off a rock and only shake myself
up. There might be some very delicate maneuvers
Place it,
make the space
of it. Yellow,
The sweetpeas, pale diapers
Of pink and powder blue, are flags
Of a water color republic.
Zara Vanities, What do they see in each other?
It is the “soon” and “better” got them.
Feeling 'little quicker, new: A drama
Barely tolerated, living on the margin
In our technological society, we were always having to be rescued
On the brink of destruction, like heroines in Orlando Furioso
He is very sorrowed that all this happened.
He works for his brothers.