Poem: In Several Colors

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: 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: 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: 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…

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