Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Flute—a simple remedy
of which the herb is sound.
My eye is a planet with another motion,
I hold no greater value
than the secret
Please believe I strive
Come on, let's conjure up
something really horrible:
What would you most hate
The raccoon got up on the roof and wouldn’t come down. I threw rocks
at it and it danced between them. Finally I decided to get my shotgun.
I got a ladder from the garage and climbed up on it. Then I took aim and
When I came out of my study, Ginny was standing there with
wet hair. “Are you going to town today?” she asked me. “I wasn’t
The light that is shining
over there is a traffic sign.
I returned the money I borrowed.
My bird is the cardinal,
one will sometimes come to me
or vanishing bluebird,
I sat at my desk and contemplated all that I had accomplished
this year. I had won the hot dog eating contest on Rhode Island.
No, I hadn’t. I was just kidding. I was the arm wrestling champion
I wish somebody would give me
a couple of live panda bears.
After all these years I deserve them.
The illusion of total competence traps
Drunks and other scientists trying
Any old bottle that catches their eye.