BaptismBy Erika L. SánchezWhen the soft mouth of a word unhinges,it is sticky, it is feral. Beneath the plum treeI’ve woven my gray hair into a blanket.Do you think I’m pretty crouched like this?See, I am my own whore. Watch meswallow my own fingers. My head a wild tanglefull of creatures. Do you hear that [...]
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poem- Harjo 11.22.2018
Remember by Jo Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under,know each of the star’s stories.Remember the moon, know who she is.Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is thestrongest point of time. Remember sundownand the giving away to night.Remember your birth, how your mother struggledto give you form and breath. You are evidence [...]
poem – Linfante 7.5.2018
Remember That to have the eyes of an artist, That can be enough, The ear of a poet, That can be enough. The soul of a human just pointed in the direction of the divine, that can be more than enough. I tell you this to remind myself. Every gesture is an act of creation. [...]
poem – Kaminski 4.26.2018
Bridal March, Part II: Threshing & Sifting by Laura M Kaminski Not too surprising: doctor grounded me from driving, from really using that shoulder in much of any way. Told me not to roll over on it in my sleep, recommended sleeping upright, more or less, in some sort of chair. Five weeks. Stuck in [...]
poem – Macker 2.16.2018
A Poem for My Daughter by Teddy Macker It seems we have made pain some kind of mistake, like having it is somehow wrong. Don’t let them fool you— pain is a part of things. But remember, dear Ellie, the compost down in the field: if the rank and dank and dark are handled well, [...]
winter solstice poems 12.21.2017
In the Mid-Midwinter by Liz Lochhead after John Donne’s ‘A Nocturnal on St Lucy’s Day’ At midday on the year’s midnight into my mind came I saw the new moon late yestreen wi the auld moon in her airms though, no, there is no moon of course – there’s nothing very much to speak of anything [...]
thanksgiving poems 11.23.2017
Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather’s house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river, and through the wood— Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose As [...]
thanksgiving poems 11.23.2016
Thanksgiving by Billy Collins The thing about the huge platter of sliced celery, broccoli florets, and baby tomatoes you had arranged to look like a turkey with its tail fanned out was that all our guests were so intimidated by the perfection of its design no one dared disturb the symmetry by removing so much [...]
