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
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
epistemological doubt gave way to tailwinds of laughter, the strangeness of things to the consolations of philosophy, the bottom lines to butterflies chasing little dragons.
The size of the human brain
increased from the apelike
capacity of 500 cubic centimeters
it would take 10,000
monkeys 150 years
to achieve one “it would.”
Every second,
the average person
An ancient Babylonian, lost in the
pages of unwritten history books, was
The philosophical pickle ponders
both that which is, and that which
might be “beyond the barrel,” as
“I like making jam.”
All 74 billion people who once
inhabited the Earth, are invited
to a party. The invitations state
I am not at the crest of the world.
The moment
is not the stylite’s pillar,
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There is an uncertain territory
between night and day.
It is neither light nor shadow: