At the Children’s Violin Concert –Susan Cataldo From drenched: Selected Poems of Susan Cataldo Firmly bowed strands of horse hair tightened or gathered up by a small hand to play a piece by J.S. Bach who…
Poetry: Why Do Poets Write?
Why do poets write? –Richard Jones From The Blessing My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps through my reading and writing in bed, the half-whispered lines, manuscripts piled between us, but in the deep part of night when her beeper sounds she…
Poetry: The Phenomenology of Shopping
The Phenomenology of Shopping –Alison Hawthorne Deming From Genius Loci Fax it to me he said and I said I will though it meant since I was living in a cabin on the coast driving to town and chatting with…
Poetry: Visit With the Newlyweds
Visit with the Newlyweds –Rebecca McClanahan From Mrs. Houdini, Poems of Rebecca McClanahan She does not know how white her neck, or how naked. He cannot pass her without touching. It is summer, their cotton clothes soft as gauze. The…
Poetry: One Time My Dad
One Time My Dad –Richard E. McMullen From Not Only Love One time my dad said to me, I don’t see why people complain about how hard they work or how tired they are. Nobody works hard but farmers, miners,…
Apres le Bain
Moist soil rotting things lovely reek The compost pile is the best remedy after the bath.
Poetry: Pulling Up Beside My Husband at the Stoplight
Pulling Up Beside My Husband at the Stoplight –Marjorie Saiser From Bones of a Very Fine Hand We are going to the same place but we take two cars. Sunday morning and there’s not much traffic so I pull up…
Poetry: The Perfect Day
The Perfect Day –Alice N. Persons From Never Say Never You wake with no aches in the arms of your beloved to the smell of fresh coffee you eat a giant breakfast with no thought of carbs there is time…
Poetry: The sun has burst in the sky
The sun has burst in the sky by Jenny Joseph From Selected Poems The sun has burst in the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you And…
Poetry: Morning Glories
Morning Glories –Mary Oliver From White Pine Blue and dark-blue rose and deepest rose white and pink they are everywhere in the diligent cornfield rising and swaying in their reliable finery in the little fling of their bodies their gear…