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: V-Z
Lemon Trees
By Philip Whalen
Perhaps today I understand the saying
“We’re all miserable sinners.”
The Garden
By Philip Whalen
The landlady’s wearing her OLD WOMAN costume—
Shirakawa head-rag, blue droopy bloomers.
White balloon-sleeve apron top.
The Grand Design
By Philip Whalen
Top of the fountain jet
White diamond liquid sun fire
The Baby commits evil deeds unseen.
The Task Rejected
By Philip Whalen
We all went to the Zoo.
That’s one thing done.
The Winter
By Philip Whalen
Why do I fear the true winter death to come
I guess I’ve lived without seasons much too long
To the Muse
By Philip Whalen
Dear Cleo, I can’t complain about your absence
Nor excuse my failure to call you sooner
I mistook you for your sister and
Debates
By Susan Wheeler
Damn it Graw you’ve got the sponge
on the wrong side of the ketchup bottle.
Have not shithead. And thus we drift
Four Poems
By Susan Wheeler
I wanted the gigando set in this corner here,
the 36 incher under the row of cornapples
hung just as the greasy greasy grannies done.
Lasting Influence
By Susan Wheeler
This is the repugnant part, where now
you covet the loss which a moment before
brought you the severed torso in the dream.
Glutton
By Thomas Whitbread
Into the flaming peach she sped.
Passing through fastnesses of flesh
Down juicy channels.