Poem
By Ada Limón
I pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that I’ve even dug out the binoculars an old poet gave me back when I was young and heading to the Cape with so much future ahead of me it was like...
Poem
By Adam O. Davis
1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums...
Poem
By Countee Cullen
If for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
Poem
By Tomás Q. Morín
In this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
Poem
By Ovid
Some are transformed just once
And live their whole lives after in that shape.
Others have a facility
For changing themselves as they please.
Proteus, who haunts the shadowy seas
That scarf this earth, is glimpsed as a young man
Who becomes of a sudden a lion
That becomes a wild boar ripping the ground...
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AudioOn this week’s episode, Brittany and Ajanae continue their mini tour of the South in Houston, Texas. Next, they talk with Texas Poet Laureate Lupe Mendez about familial...
