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: S-U
Either Ur
By Shawn Sturgeon
He’s princely when he’s here, our Gilgamesh,
but soon we will be leaving him for good.
Happy as Walt Whitman
By Shawn Sturgeon
I like its look.
I lick the evening, too.
Hungry
By Shawn Sturgeon
In Place of Polynesia
By Shawn Sturgeon
Meet the Campers
By Shawn Sturgeon
Nothing Is Enough. Even the Sky Is Unclear.
By Shawn Sturgeon
The Improvement
By Shawn Sturgeon
The Nervous Put Their Heads in Their Hands and Weep
By Shawn Sturgeon
The New Being
By Shawn Sturgeon
The Prince and the Poplars
By Shawn Sturgeon
The prince is waving good-bye. Good-bye Prince,
we shout as he ascends the steps of his coach,
Good-bye! Then he is gone with a contagion