Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Poetry: 1990s
Alzheimer’s
By Brian Swann
and I started again
with a smell, not yet a memory, earth beginning
to drink from tiny roots in my head’s dark garden
In the Market
By Sarah Messer
The customer, he wants only
the liver, the size of a lover’s earlobe
Gossip, 1692
By Sarah Messer
When he leaves, you see a black pig
in the hallway vanishing, returning
Bayshore
By Richard Meier
The blossoms, and there are hundreds,
carry each a touch of salt.
Products, Promises
By Richard Meier
Call the sparrows in the yellow tree yellow.
They are brown. Call her hip the arc
of the day where it disturbs
Obvious Doubles
By Richard Meier
Only then did it feel like waking.
Never, nothing. What could he have told her?
This Taking Account of Hardships
By Brian Henry
Convenient, all these travails,
how easily they are compiled.
And we pronounce our lives tragic!
Ghazal
By Brian Henry
And of course, that banker on the ledge:
“They don’t worry about a thing, the dead!”
Ghazal for My Father
By John Drury
What did we want, waiting all day for storm clouds to
reach us,
My Father Singing in the Basilica of San Marco
By John Drury
Where’s the blown-glass mirror to show each other
what we both fear, what we sing to disprove?