National Poetry Month Day 19: 3 Poems by Amy Newman
While John Berryman Crosses The Washington Avenue Bridge 6 January 1972 While John Berryman crosses the Washington Avenue Bridge,
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National Poetry Month Day 18: “Instantaneous Letter Writer” by Sandra Beasley
Instantaneous Letter Writer After the others go to bed, my lamp the only light for six miles,
National Poetry Month Day 17: “Apollinaire in Iowa” by Hai-Dang Phan
Apollinaire in Iowa After “Les Colchiques” The prairie is poisonous but pretty in autumn
National Poetry Month Day 16: “Post-Apocalypse (With HGTV Magazine)” by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Post-Apocalypse (with HGTV Magazine)
National Poetry Month Day 15: “All the Unemployed Artists I Know Have iPhones” by Daniel Khalastchi
All the Unemployed Artists I Know Have iPhones: We walked to the sea with a bucket and a hand rake. We dug out our kidneys, put them in the bucket,…
National Poetry Month Day 14: “Matthew 5:4” by Ruben Quesada
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Take me. Take this. My wasted life and all its bliss—the sea of your waking body
National Poetry Month Day 13: “Coupling” by Kelli Russell Agodon
Coupling When I said, I don’t remember, what I meant was I wasn’t paying attention, or Quiet, I’m reading. Similar to when I said, We should clean the living room,…
National Poetry Month Day 12: “Sestina After a Miscarriage” by Daniel Priest
Sestina After a Miscarriage -For WV After that long loss they stumble home with an empty locket and box of ashes, stand crying on each other in the kitchen, spill…
National Poetry Month Day 11: “How To Purchase a Flight” by Aziza Barnes
HOW TO PURCHASE A FLIGHT
National Poetry Month Day 10: “One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America” by Kyle McCord
One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America When spring comes at last it rains white petals.
National Poetry Month Day 9: “We Came Because the Romans Came, Joseph” by Dena Rash Guzman
We Come Because the Romans Came, Joseph You are a scene, an obscene staggering, your legion balls cold & wanting a beach or bayou, a hot place
National Poetry Month Day 7: from “The Singing Ape, Or, Life in Pink” by Amy Letter
from “The Singing Ape, Or, Life in Pink”