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: G-I
from Penitential Cries
By Susan Howe
Stand up facing the wall, chair behind you. Not feet splayed outward, you cannot go that low
My Enemy
By Fanny Howe
My enemy keeps
a bowl of anemones
on my bedside table
Original
By Fanny Howe
When you pressed two rings,
the one larger than the other,
into my tongue, you crushed my hunger.
Somewhere
By Fanny Howe
Somewhere between Norway and Ireland
volcanic rocks and glaciers leap from the sea
My map has failed me, I’m there
Tapestry
By Fanny Howe
The ruin we made of our garden
Is confusing even today.
Seven trees times three
A Sentimental Voyage around My Room
By Jovan Hristic
That future life, slept in the anemic sunlight
While the old poison slowly filled my whole
bloodstream.
That Night They All Gathered on the Highest Tower
By Jovan Hristic
In the palace, at the table set for the feast, they were
awaited
My Sponge
By Karen Hubert
My sponge
fresh out of her cellophane
A starlet, unintroduced to my kitchen’s ways
As a Child in the Temple
By Andrew Hudgins
“I’m looking forward to my death,” she said.
I sat upright. I watched her blond hair sway,
this college girl who taught our Sunday School.
Aunt Mary Jean
By Andrew Hudgins
As we stood by the casket, Momma gasped,
through tears, “Look hard! You must remember her!”
I looked hard, tried to memorize the slight
malicious curl of her thin lips—too red—