National Poetry Month Day 21: “Letters from Saint Francis” by Joshua Heineman
Letters from Saint Francis
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National Poetry Month Day 20: “Ruminations on cud from five of my fullest stomachs” by Matt Mauch
Ruminations on cud from five of my fullest stomachs
National Poetry Month Day 19: “The Sturdiness” by Sina Queyras
The Sturdiness For a long time I was thinking that I had to do more. The way a dancer looks away from the camera.
National Poetry Month Day 18: “b my apocalypse” by Laura Zaylea
b m y a p o c a l y p s e b m y a p o c a l y p s e
Record-a-Poem!
Let’s help the Poetry Foundation celebrate National Poetry Month by recording our favorite poems! Check out their SoundCloud page where, in just a few clicks, you can record yourself reading any…
National Poetry Month Day 17: “Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator” by Jill McDonough
Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator He lives in Montana now. Talks to German magazines, plus Canadian radio shows. He coaches soccer, still has to tell us everything. How it…
National Poetry Month Day 16: “Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year” by Douglas Kearney
Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year
National Poetry Month Day 15: “The Plagiarist” by Nicky Beer
The Plagiarist I only steal from the ones you’ve never heard of,
National Poetry Month Day 14: “Sober Lullaby” by Matthew Henriksen
Sober Lullaby Oak tree in time this story makes no recognition A photo will not distance music caught in a wind That entered the room where the child slept
National Poetry Month Day 13: “Ghosts” by Brachah Goykadosh
Ghosts Ghosts who I loved wandering through the glass doors and the turnstiles without seeing me walking swiftly behind them.
National Poetry Month Day 11: “Billy Divine” by Adam McGovern
Billy Divine The American Primeval is not the green garden we think we’ve lost it’s stark white cloudless sky above a cinder-gray shack