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: P-R
Taxi to the End of the World
By Jeremy Reed
Numeral calculations done in blood
were wildly calligraphized on white wood.
Ophidiophobia
By Jessica Reed
Because:
a garter snake slid over my bare foot
Paestum
By John R. Reed
We are happy walking on the dead,
sea breezes milling with the herbs ground down
on the hard pestle of the earth
Beata Beatrix: A Posthumous Portrait of Elizabeth Siddal
By John Stephen Reed
Your eyes are closed, your solemn face upraised,
features transfigured in the fading sun.
Return to Sender
By John Stephen Reed
I’ve moved to be near you. My new address
is posted daily in the lost and found.
Your silences are far from obvious.
The Murder Mystery
By Lou Reed
1. denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns
skewer the sieve of the optical sewer
release the handle that holds all the gates up
Fruit
By Michele Reese
I didn’t understand before
how a mango can burn—
Migrations
By Michele Reese
Then you came down from Colorado
to meet the rushing waters that passed through an open dam
American Landscaping, Philadelphia to Mount Vernon
By Roger Reeves
Who would have thought—too much simultaneity:
The Swan Planters hovering above the windbeaten
Statue of the Virgin Mary who casts her gaze down
A Pale Ode
By Melanie Rehak
So strains of your argument bear
great darkness and then gleam,
and I do not lose the rhetoric of your approach.