In Several Colors by Jane Kenyon From Collected Poems Every morning, cup of coffee in hand, I look out at the mountain. Ordinarily, it’s blue, but today it’s the color of an eggplant. And the sky turns from gray to pale apricot as…
Poem: Myth Dispelled
Myth Dispelled –Adam Possner, M.D. The flu vaccine cannot give you the flu, I tell him. It’s dead virus, there’s nothing alive about it. It can’t make you sick. That’s a myth. But if we bury it in the grassy knoll of your shoulder, an…
Poem: For the Bird Singing before Dawn
For the Bird Singing before Dawn –Kim Stafford Some people presume to be hopeful when there is no evidence for hope, to be happy when there is no cause. Let me say now, I’m with them. In deep darkness on a cold twig in…
Poem: Love and Life
Love and Life by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester All my past life is mine no more; The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o’er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can…
Poem: the earth is a living thing
the earth is a living thing –Lucille Clifton From Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton is a black shambling bear ruffling its wild back and tossing mountains into the sea is a black hawk circling the burying ground circling the bones picked clean and discarded…
Poem: I Don’t Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We’ve Done to the Earth
I Don’t Know What Will Kill Us First: The Race War or What We’ve Done to the Earth –Fatimah Asghar so I count my hopes: the bumblebees are making a comeback, one snug tight in a purple flower I passed to get…
Poem: Good Grief
Good Grief –KB Brookins after the 2021 Texas Winter Storm I’ll admit that I’ve never thought about frostbite. Trauma of the blood, a thing to be avoided when heat goes out for an entire state. I don’t know where to place…
Poem: They Sit Together on the Porch
They Sit Together on the Porch by Wendell Berry From A Timbered Choir They sit together on the porch, the dark Almost fallen, the house behind them dark. Their supper done with, they have washed and dried The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses, Two knives,…
Poem: I No Longer Sing With Only My Voice
I No Longer Sing With Only My Voice –Afton Wilder I no longer sing with only my voice. I sing with my heart, my love. I no longer sing with only my voice. I sing with my mind, my thought. I no longer sing…
Poem: The Problem
The Problem –Taylor Mali From What Learning Leaves You’re the this that somebody ought to do something about. — Jeffrey McDaniel The guy in front of me trying to get on the subway who is blocking my way onto the…