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.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Andrew works in the kitchen He’s going
to get me out of here.
My boyfriend doesn’t believe me.
windows, fit together
at the joints except for
your face which is a mirror.
We are ten minutes late. They
are very sweet, hiding their
rage under pink sugar, a boiled
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why have you such big eyes?
All the better to see you with—replies the King
and his eyes inspect Little Red Riding Hood from each wall of the room
on a certain December day in 1981
the front page of The Sydney Tribune said that
Mrs. Smith had found a snake in her garden
Elmer Fudd
by the fire
bald head shining
Each swallow scalds his throat, the lesions
on his larynx burn. There's nothing
to eat or drink but air. Skin
Boswell ran over to see if they lied;
Johnson declared it impossible, never
could that unbeliever whose work he decried
Something wonderful has happened
The city which surrounds this house
has vanished
I have this large tattoo on my chest. It’s like a dream I have while I’m awake. I see it in the mirror as I shave and brush my teeth or when I change my shirt or make love.