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: S-U
Christ Our Lord
By Shawn Sturgeon
It is something they know only after
meals. You have heard of the sparrow’s fall?
Either Ur
By Shawn Sturgeon
He’s princely when he’s here, our Gilgamesh,
but soon we will be leaving him for good.
Happy as Walt Whitman
By Shawn Sturgeon
I like its look.
I lick the evening, too.
Hungry
By Shawn Sturgeon
In Place of Polynesia
By Shawn Sturgeon
Meet the Campers
By Shawn Sturgeon
Nothing Is Enough. Even the Sky Is Unclear.
By Shawn Sturgeon
The Improvement
By Shawn Sturgeon
The Nervous Put Their Heads in Their Hands and Weep
By Shawn Sturgeon
The New Being
By Shawn Sturgeon