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: J-L
In Honor of Xipe
By Dana Levin
Slicked
with a birther’s goo, it
gleams up green from the ground—
Sibylline
By Dana Levin
Who would
cast your jaw, after it’s broken?
Strophe
By Phillis Levin
Achilles is tired of crying.
It occurs to him
one day in June
The Afterimage
By Phillis Levin
Once in the sweet dark of an empty house,
All alone while the others slept upstairs,
I knelt before a memorial candle
The Lost Bee
By Phillis Levin
When I returned to the hive I was one
Among many, in a blistering hum;
A braid of air had brought me far from home,
Therefore Direct Your Feelings, Senses, Reason, Thoughts Upon This Stone Alone
By Dana Levin
On stakes, on sticks, one rusted
bayonet,
left then right, like someone had
This from That
By Dana Levin
Aurelian,
who studies the emergence of butterflies
from chrysalides,
Two Poems
By Phillis Levin
Once in the sweet dark of an empty house,
All alone while the others slept upstairs,
I knelt before a memorial candle
A Poem with No Ending
By Philip Levine
So many poems begin where they
should end, and never end.
Mine never end, they run on
A Sign
By Philip Levine
The last words the sea spoke
before it died, the last sigh
of the great wind that blew