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
Poetry: A-C
Presence
By Ted Berrigan
and I am lost in the ringing elevator
sweeping me to the top
The Fiend
By Ted Berrigan
Red-faced and romping in the wind
I too am reading the technical journals, but
Keeping Christmas-safe each city block
Things To Do In Providence
By Ted Berrigan
Crash
Take valium Sleep
Dream &
Three Sonnets for Tom Clark
By Ted Berrigan
In The Early Morning Rain
To my family & friends “Hello”
And money. With something inside us we float up
Bad News
By Michael Berryhill
Through the blown clouds and the plate glass,
sunlight slides across the chrome fountains.
The Muzak drones like some huge machine
Quitting Football
By Michael Berryhill
Daily when I pull my shorts
over my scarred knees, I think,
“Football has been good to me.”
The Problem
By Michael Berryhill
The problem was, it was never quite
Expected. Days passed like water through
A sieve. To analyze: thoughts crushed like ice.
“He is prone. Smoke on the iced lake, freer . . .”
By John Berryman
Henry Incinerator danced all night
destroying.
“Nothing ruffled or made glare or could dismay . . .”
By John Berryman
His view of it all like a waltzing boat
found it well, whatever the sounding:
he rode it out on top.
Around the Blue Spruce
By James Bertolino
There will never again
be this driveway
of fresh snow, one pair