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: 2000s
Portrait of My Mother as Flannery O'Connor
By Jeremy Glazier
Now that you're dead, the peacocks scrabble around our yard,
searching for your bones. They'll not find them.
Like everything about you, they have risen.
To Harcamone, As Genet
By Jeremy Glazier
I lived for a week in the bewilderment of arrival,
and, for a week, the bewilderment of arrival
lived in me.
Awake. After Weeks
By Breyten Breytenbach
light is the ocher color of earth
when the storm ends lovely.
The Withering of the State
By Breyten Breytenbach
perhaps the dogs will reign
and calculators make abortions an abomination.
The Shadow
By Priscilla Becker
We made a black thing
out of light-without effort.
What They Didn’t Know and How It Hurt Them
By Priscilla Becker
Strands of hair pushed through the floorboards,
and once the whole corpse
came late to a party.
Vertigo
By Priscilla Becker
The sky has come down around us like a shroud.
Use plain language.
To Mexico
By Kenneth Koch
Or perhaps you will become de-Mexicoed out of existence!
To The Ohio
By Kenneth Koch
Your heyday had come when I was ten. We were down in
the basement
To see if you were there yet. You Hooded! You overflowed
And Now
By Thomas Healy
After I found my blood in trouble
I could hear its rapid
underground current swell, terrorists