Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
Poetry: 2020s
Kolumbo, 1650
By Natalie Eilbert
That’s love for you, a terror so white
it cleaves the bones.
In Defense of Passive Voice
By Debora Lidov
Someone posts a rant on the perils of passive voice.
Someone else replies, in defense of passive voice—
snidely, shyly. What does it mean, body of the text?
Legacy
By Diane Seuss
I think of the old pipes,
how everything white
in my house is rust-stained
How to Wash Your Hands
By Stephen Ira
they brought handwashing experts to prep school
one day.
In Cyprus
By Elisa Gonzalez
We could be each other’s great tragedies had the world not slaked us already.
Grand Tour of Our Disintegration
By Elisa Gonzalez
We stay in the apartment of a Croatian couple, husband and wife, both in love with our friend M.
As If These Objects Were Moving and the Bird Itself Were Quiet
By Sylvia Legris
Sun guzzles quick down August’s throat.
Primm Meadow
By Nate Duke
The valley otherwise
charred, this glade is
old-growth miracle.
These Birds and All Kindred Species That Roost in the Reeds
By Sylvia Legris
The big-voice flashers.
Wings of metal and night.
Take the Case of the Meadowlark
By Sylvia Legris
Peak gust and west of July.