National Poetry Month: Day 12. “An Excursion” by Mary Biddinger
An Excursion I wrote your name backwards on my hand until it hurt.
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National Poetry Month: Day 11. “Schematic” by T. R. Hummer
Schematic Inside the machine is another machine which refers to the machine enclosing it. So he touches her hand, and the image of a child emerges.
Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Most of the excitement this week is in Denver at the AWP Conference, but there’s still plenty to talk about in poetry. For instance, have you been keeping up with…
National Poetry Month: Day 10. “Gulls at Todd’s Point” by Annie Finch
Gulls at Todd’s Point Shivering, knowing how lines of the tide use seaweed, and sea-drift, and sea-touch (and bone) to etch with, I wait to be marked on the sand
National Poetry Month: Day 8. Three Poems by Elisa Gabbert
We Have Lost Our Systems of Meaning If it’s cool to be a geek, we have lost our systems of meaning. This was always the goal. We seek methods of…
National Poetry Month: Day 7. “King: April 7, 1968” by Geoffrey Brock
King: April 7, 1968 We had wanted, at least, to touch your sleeve. We brought both babies as to a christening. —Van K. Brock, “King” We stood in line for…
National Poetry Month: Day 6. “Say Something” by Katrina Vandenberg
Say something about the old neighbor who lives alone, the woman no one has seen in years, if at all. Say she cracked her yellowed shade and spoke to you,…
National Poetry Month: Day 5. “Truth Has Two Faces and the Snow Is Black” by Mahmoud Darwish
Today’s poem is a translation of a poem by the late Mahmoud Darwish by Fady Joudah. It appears in the collection If I Were Another. Truth Has Two Faces and…
National Poetry Month: Day 4. “We Will Never Learn” by Sean Singer
We Will Never Learn Where have these disappeared to, the green ones? Tongues against the darkness are seething.
National Poetry Month: Day 3. “Speculation, Made to Last” by Jesse Lee Kercheval
Speculation, Made to Last i I warn you this is not a happy story it wanders through the graveyard it wanders near your house
National Poetry Month: Day 2. “On Language” by Xochiquetzal Candelaria
On Language A blue pail left floating washes up on the pitted rocky shore, wedges between boulders dark as prehistory, a place the utterance goes it alone.