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From the magazine:What my mornings look like off meds
By Iyanuoluwa Adenle
morning after morning
the earth buffers in wait
for the rising of the sun
my waking exhale
is really a lamentation
as I turn to water the lily plant,
the snake plant & the cactus
it is a miracle they’re still green
sprouting new leaves and spikes
my intentions as delicate as the
irony that hides its crooked hands
sometimes the…
the earth buffers in wait
for the rising of the sun
my waking exhale
is really a lamentation
as I turn to water the lily plant,
the snake plant & the cactus
it is a miracle they’re still green
sprouting new leaves and spikes
my intentions as delicate as the
irony that hides its crooked hands
sometimes the…
Poem of The Day
By Brenda Shaughnessy
But unfortunately it can only travel into the future
at a rate of one second per second,
which seems slow to the physicists and to the grant
committees and even to me.
But I manage to get there, time after time, to the next
moment...
at a rate of one second per second,
which seems slow to the physicists and to the grant
committees and even to me.
But I manage to get there, time after time, to the next
moment...
Poem of The Day
From the magazine:Walking in the Winds of Boedo
Walking in the Winds of Boedo
By Daniel Durand
Every day when I get home
from work I spend money
I don’t have on useless books.
Every day I come home from downtown
drunk. History remembers
few men who, in this way, have reached
the age of eighty. I look at the roof’s metallic membranes
sparkling under the moon; I hear
the long meows of cats gathered
on the terraces. I scream beneath …
from work I spend money
I don’t have on useless books.
Every day I come home from downtown
drunk. History remembers
few men who, in this way, have reached
the age of eighty. I look at the roof’s metallic membranes
sparkling under the moon; I hear
the long meows of cats gathered
on the terraces. I scream beneath …
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(Pronounciation: “guzzle”) Originally an Arabic verse form dealing with loss and romantic love, medieval Persian poets embraced the ghazal, eventually making it their own. Consisting of syntactically and grammatically complete couplets, the form also has an intricate rhyme scheme.
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From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemFrom the magazine:Julius CaesarBy Nick MakohaI believe that James McAvoy is a type of Caesar. But he never stays
in character long enough to make… - PoemFrom the magazine:Deep Thoughts at Ulta BeautyBy Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves… - PoemFrom the magazine:
Chainsaw
By Marie HoweThere’s always a chainsaw somewhere,
the high whine of a drill, somebody building something or
tearing it down, fastening metal to metal.
Almost everywhere the sound of the human will,
the bluster of an engine, the grind of a blade, the wheel,
hammering, repair.
Someone nailed...
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