Paralyzed At An Angle — Fourteen Lines
Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it. Seamus Heaney Rite of Spring by Seamus Heaney So winter closed its…
Death’s Neighbor Almost Remembers
our nearest neighbor always seemed amused at our misfortunes, even small mis-steps delighted him, our fickle fates seemed fused we never spoke as likely he’d refuse…
The Map by W. Szymborska
A terrific poem by one of my favorites
Beach Walking
a cup of black tea swallows me sip by sip from thinking to naked intuition goes beach-walking on a whim never to become habit nearing the…
The Prince of Vowels
‘A’ distinguishes book from chair though not without a fight we watch them duke it out four legs vs a thousand pages jab sting hook stun…
Yusef Komunyakaa poem
another amazing poem from this fine poet….
Metaphor
an alligator moon crawls slowly over us like three stars a billion light-years apart seen as a constellation resembling a rhino you can’t be too careless…
Remnants in Place
A shuffling sound half-heard almost asleep, remnants of a dream mobile shadows sliding away almost tactile hints of past desires the Real teasing us from just…
The New Yorker’s poetry bot
https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/celebrate-national-poetry-month-with-the-new-yorker-poetry-bot Celebrating National Poetry Month…
for National Poetry Month
a fine poem by Yusef Komunyakaa, called The Body Remembers see a review of his recent book of poems, The Emperor of Water Clocks, here
