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: M-O
Waiter I Would Like a Dish of Feebly
By John McKernan
Please Waitress More feebly please! This is
The orangest feebly I have eaten In a long time
When the Ghost of Weldon Kees Visited
By John McKernan
Our high school in Omaha
None of us knew it was Weldon Kees
Mount Mansfield
By Maureen N. McLane
The stream is frozen
except what’s flowing
below what’s frozen.
All Good
By Maureen N. McLane
a “beautiful day”
nothing happened
and nothing was going to happen
As I Was Saying, the Sun
By Maureen N. McLane
& the moon and all stars
you can name
are fantastic!
Aviary
By Maureen N. McLane
Curmudgeon
pigeon,
iridescence
Genoa
By Maureen N. McLane
The merchant republics are done
as is the nun
who forbade us aged five to say
Girls in Bed
By Maureen N. McLane
You are in bed
and Antigone’s dead
once again though offstage
Haptographic Interface
By Maureen N. McLane
I’m a Keats bot
so are you
Mz N Evil
By Maureen N. McLane
The problem of evil
can be brought home
in a classroom