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
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
And Wylde for to Hold
By Lucie Brock-Broido
On the chine of the first white inkling of the winter
The Ravenmaster wraps his limbs in combs of wind.
It is November; the tower closes down
Haute Couture Vulgarity
By Lucie Brock-Broido
There will be ruin in unwelcome worldliness.