Sep 25
Primavera by Louise Glück Spring comes quickly: overnightthe plum tree blossoms,the warm air fills with bird calls. In the plowed dirt, someone has drawn a picture of the sunwith rays coming out all aroundbut because the background is dirt, the sun is black.There is no signature. Alas, very soon everything will disappear:the bird calls, the …
Sep 24
anyone lived in a pretty how town by e.e. cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isn’t they reaped their samesun moon stars rain children …
Sep 23
The Secret of Youth by Micah Daniels Last night I asked my mother to cornrow my hairA skill I had been practicing since last summerBut always ended with a tumbleweed excuse of a braid My black has always resided in braidsIn tango fingers that work through tanglesTranslating geometry from hands to head For years my …
Sep 22
And what if the wilderness… by Ross Gay And what if the wilderness — perhaps the densest wild in there — thickets, bogs, swamps, uncrossable ravines and rivers (have I made the metaphor clear?) — is our sorrow? Or, to use Smith’s term, the ‘intolerable.’ It astonishes me sometimes — no, often — how every …
Sep 21
Some Things I Like by Lemn Sissay “I like wrecks, I like ex-junkies,I like flunks and ex-flunkies,I like the way the career-less career,I like flat beer,I like people who tell half stories and forget the rest,I like people who make doodles in important written tests, I like being late. I like fate. I like the …
