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: D-F
On the Phone with My Parents
By Nancy Eimers
I didn’t know there could be so many silences
listening in on our conversation,
or having their own conversations
New York Cool
By Kent Ekberg
Tonight I saw Dustin Hoffman
walking down Lexington Avenue.
He lives on 61st Street
Household Gods
By Jim Elledge
Tuned to 104.6 on the FM
dial, the boom box purrs Golden
Oldies I jerk awake to. You
turn beside me, to me, but turning,
Thoughts by the Fire
By Alistair Elliot
A smile shrinks in the continual rains.
The cat stretches without opening his eyes.
The searches for interest begin, centrifugal
Chinese Boxes
By George P. Elliott
I hoped to find under my skin
A lump embodying that which
Powers my words invisibly—
View from the Inside
By John J. Elliott
Shall I roll the universe
into a ball?
Shall I roll you in between
Polo Goes to the Moon
By Thomas Sayers Ellis
There’s been
a lot of talk,
A Confession to E
By Richard Elman
Remember too hot pride can cool as sweet,
More delicate and richer than deceit.
Arbor Day
By Richard Elman
Near Belsen, after thirteen years,
Low clouds above the meadows shudder.
Below me mustard
Second Rumination
By Richard Elman
Very old bodies always seem to be melting
like fetuses, or flaccid smelly large white lumps
of mozarella cheese. They are as shapeless