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: M-O
Taking Leave
By J. D. McClatchy
For all their bark, the straw dogs bite as well:
taste touch sight sound smell
The Rented House
By J. D. McClatchy
The faintly digital click of the overhead fan
stroking what was left of the dark
had finally given way to a rooster alarm
Two Poems
By J. D. McClatchy
The faintly digital click of the overhead fan
stroking what was left of the dark
had finally given way to a rooster alarm
Moiré
By Michael McClure
1. THE CHANTING IN TIBET HAS NOT CEASED IT IS AS IMMORTAL AS MEAT IS.
2. HORNS, CYMBALS, AND LIGHTNING BOLTS OVER GLACIERS.
3. BEARDED SEA OTTERS CRACKING MUSSELS ON STONES ON THEIR STOMACHS.
Written After Finding a Dolphin Skull on the Gulf of California
By Michael McClure
YEAH, OR MAYBE LIVE IN FANTASIES / WITHIN A DOLPHIN'S SKULL!
Fragment
By Andrew McCord
A half-theosophical, half-biological conceit:
The dentist calls, the radio goes on the blink.
At an Exhibit of Mughal Painting
By Andrew McCord
And there you are, painted into the picture :
Bricklayers and courtiers are making their beds
In apartments on the margins behind you.
Elegy for the Poet’s Nephew Arif
By Andrew McCord
Could you not look after me another day?
Why did you go alone? I leave in only another day.
If your gravestone is not erased first my head will be.
Homecoming, 1622
By Andrew McCord
Starved and then slaughtered, Virginia is
A spit of land that cowers before John
Mujahid
By Andrew McCord
The king’s court, the killing floor.
The task I have is my undoing.