Poem of The Day
By Ellen June Wright
When you wake from a troubled sleep,
     after you’ve used the bathroom, don’t go back.
Walk down the hall and push her hollow-core
     door open. She’ll be there, smaller than the last time
you visited her, sitting on the side of the bed
     having just used her commode. Before
she can ask, walk to it and lift the cover,
     then the seat. Pull out…
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Poem of The Day
By Natasha Trethewey
I am four in this photograph, standing   
on a wide strip of Mississippi beach,   
my hands on the flowered hips

of a bright bikini. My toes dig in,   
curl around wet sand. The sun cuts   
the rippling Gulf in flashes with each   

tidal rush. Minnows dart...
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By Nathanael Jones
In this song a drum takes itself apart. To keep pace move along tracks, dissolve into the points where mechanized production still retains a pulse. Skipping on and yet skipping the dance floor. Permanence is played at, implied, an arrhythmia as pavement. Perform arching gestures and observe an equally visible inversion take shape…

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