Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Poetry: A-C
Poem for a Businessman (Me)
By David Breskin
Sex is sex and politics, and speed has killed
the shoeshine boys. Eat fast or be eaten.
The Verb To Be
By André Breton
I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no wings, it doesn’t necessarily sit at a cleared table in the evening on a terrace by the sea.
Awake. After Weeks
By Breyten Breytenbach
light is the ocher color of earth
when the storm ends lovely.
The Withering of the State
By Breyten Breytenbach
perhaps the dogs will reign
and calculators make abortions an abomination.
Sunday Morning
By Robert Bringhurst
Moonset at sunrise, the mind
dividing between them. The teeth
of the young sun sink through the breast of the cloud.
In the Empire of the Air
By Donald Britton
Scourging the sea with rods
To punish it for what it has engulfed.
Or running naked with your bronzed friend
Two Poems
By Donald Britton
Scourging the sea with rods
To punish it for what it has engulfed.
Or running naked with your bronzed friend
Virgule
By Donald Britton
The arrow pointing three directions
Is a looser, more open form of display,
More like the subsidiary decor
The Answer Is Beef
By Matt Broaddus
They close the factory
They close the school
They point with fear
Topos
By Matt Broaddus
When I was regional
they let me have hands