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
The Fork
By Joel Brouwer
And this shall be divided. For her
a tine to clip the bloody twine
that bound our meat, tine to pierce
The Zoo at Night
By Joel Brouwer
The last toddler’s howls evanesce like ash
on a breeze, the parking lot empties of cars.
A purple shock of cotton candy rots
“Scientists to Determine Why John Wayne Gacy Became Serial Killer; Brain Will Be Removed After Execution”
By Joel Brouwer
After the TV crews packed up
the doctors in charge
got bored quick—Find a needle
The Poet
By Douglas Browne
The people all crowded in the hall.
They wondered what the poet would look like
(none of them had ever seen the poet before).
Young Man Borges
By Douglas Browne
His mind is a silent suburb at dusk
the moment just before
streetlights flicker on,
Harald, etc.
By George Mackay Brown
HARALD, THE AGNOSTIC
ALE-LOVING OLD SHEPHERD
ENEMY OF THE WHISKY-DRINKING
Song of the Wounds
By George Mackay Brown
“Red as butchered beasts
Miracle-mongers end;
Sang the first wound
The Sailor, The Old Woman, and The Girl
By George Mackay Brown
“Have you any cure,” cried the young sailor
Pulling against the tide,
“Have you any herb or spell to help
The Twelve Piers of Hamnavoe
By George Mackay Brown
Those piers like huge stone feet
Stand in the ebb.
Twice a day
Black Curtain
By Griffin Brown
after an oil painting by Peter Doig
As is always the case with Doig, we are on the inside.
Outside, this time, is a coast we all know.
The view is ideal: the day has reached an end,
the water is mostly still, and the moisture in the air
makes every light into a star.