Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
After a while he reaches the sea, parts the waters thru the blowing of his nostrils
epistemological doubt gave way to tailwinds of laughter, the strangeness of things to the consolations of philosophy, the bottom lines to butterflies chasing little dragons.
“I like making jam.”
After a brief vacation, his next effort will be to find the most effective method of voiding waste products from the body.
three wars ago, pleading for her bambino,
expecting to see him young and warm
Picture me now, my breath hot
on your kitchen window,
7. Centipedes resting on their laurels.
She looks pretty. She always dresses up when she goes downtown.
if they are fish
in the open sea
I will not be the net
if you rub the back of your child
at bedtime
his wife will be happy