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…
Poetry: Ragged Sonnet: When in a Deep Depression
Some of my friends have been in a funk lately, and I thought they might appreciate this. Ragged Sonnet: When in a Deep Depression by Leonard Nathan When in a deep depression of the self, I see on every side,…
Poetry: Shakespearean Sonnet
Shakespearean Sonnet by R.S. Gwynn With a first line taken from the tv listings A man is haunted by his father’s ghost. Boy meets girl while feuding families fight. A Scottish king is murdered by his host. Two couples get…
Poetry: The First Green of Spring
The First Green of Spring –David Budbill From Moment to Moment: Poems of a Mountain Recluse Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold, this sweet first green of spring. Now sautéed in a pan melting to a deeper…