Poetry: Ode to My 1977 Toyota

Ode to My 1977 Toyota –Barbara Hamby From Babel Engine like a Singer sewing machine, where have you      not carried me-to dance class, grocery shopping, into the heart of darkness and back again? O the fruit      you’ve transported-cherries, peaches, blueberries,…

Poetry: Day Bath

Day Bath –Debra Spencer From Pomegranate for my son Last night I walked him back and forth, his small head heavy against my chest, round eyes watching me in the dark, his body a sandbag in my arms. I longed…

Poetry: Vex Me

Vex Me –Barbara Hamby From Babel Vex me, O Night, your stars stuttering like a stuck jukebox, put a spell on me, my bones atremble at your tabernacle of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me to a…

Poetry: Writing

Writing –Howard Nemerov From The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters these by themselves delight, even without a meaning, in a foreign language, in Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve all day across the…

Poetry: Solitude

I didn’t know the origin of “laugh and the world laughs with you” ’til I saw this poem in my inbox today. I don’t share Wilcox’s beliefs, but it’s a fairly good poem. Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919) Laugh,…

Poetry: Love Poem

Love Poem –Linda Pastan From The Imperfect Paradise I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand on its dangerous banks and watch it carry with it every twig every dry…

Poetry: My Son

My Son –Susan Cataldo From drenched: selected poems of Susan Cataldo 1979-1999 I love this messy room you live in The plants you care for The nickels & dimes & pennies you pile Up on your desk like no-good money…

Poetry: Winter Song

Winter Song –Aaron Kramer From Wicked Times      Under a willow      close by a brook      her lap for a pillow      her eyes for a book      she like a drummer      practiced her art      all spring and all summer-      the drum was my…

Poetry: What’s in My Journal

What’s in My Journal –William Stafford From Crossing Unmarked Snow: Further Views on the Writer’s Vocation Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean Things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous…

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