We’re never satisfied with the 30 days of poetry National Poetry Month allots, so we’re extending it by a day. We’d like to thank all the poets who shared their work with us this year. And here to take us out is Angel Nafis....more
Dear weather, what are you?
It’s not the season, but there
he stands: old man in flannel,
Have you ever been a member of or in any way associated either directly or indirectly with?
Indirectly a biometric hazard, activate. Associated with a cold rubber stamp. Are we within earshot of a dissection table? Your eagle describes each tremor of the splay.
I am a hide
A pond / reflecting / koi swimming slipping through strands / of refraction. Cue shadow and its companion. The pathology justifies nothing / the disease has created....more
The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road
That we might walk out into the woods together,
and afterwards make toast
in our sock feet, still damp from the fern’s
wet grasp, the spiky needles stuck to our
legs, that’s all I wanted, the dog in the mix,
Poem For Her In Time
–After Her and Wallace Stevens
Thirteen days. This morning I counted,
read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
Tú, que asímismo
en la copa de tu verbo
desbordas el líquido.
Yo, que despeño tu grito...more
In the same
Uncle Remus lies,
my father’s crypt
awaits, his mother,
People here think my accent
is charming because America
is young. Today at the Friday bakery
While John Berryman Crosses The Washington Avenue Bridge
6 January 1972
While John Berryman crosses the Washington Avenue Bridge,...more