Blogs Posts in Poem of the Day category; 292 blog posts

For a Northern Reader

Until the light has failed as if bereft the white mist barely infiltrating the trees and as if they were painted on a green landscape the animals descending to their black shelters come to a standstill at the edge of our gaze [...]

Posted On : Mar, 16 2012 | Comments : 0

Don Quixote in the Hudson Valley

July. Last May a neighbor's tractor pushed the roadside sign askew; now blowsy lupines trail their fray of blue along a cross that leads to nowhere: Taxidermy, Skins, it advertises. Dusty ruts unwind from crumbs of asphalt back [...]

Posted On : Mar, 15 2012 | Comments : 0

Early learning

He's had his go, so now his sister gets to be the one being chased and gets to be the one who's caught and reassembled by mum's embrace. He tries to watch, to wait quietly and for ten, twenty seconds keeps still but th [...]

Posted On : Mar, 12 2012 | Comments : 0

Clearance

Dr. Clark ordered daisies for his patient’s grave. Easeful death, my ass, he might have muttered &nbs [...]

Posted On : Mar, 06 2012 | Comments : 0

Elderly Craftsman at his Bench

At my worn workbench, in my bent body, I am disturbed occasionally by an alien fantasy. Always the same; the detail surreal and distinct: a soft arm reaching toward me out of nowhere, the fingers closing and opening. I b [...]

Posted On : Mar, 05 2012 | Comments : 0

The Greatest Generation

Sometimes he looks across America— he never turns his television off— and wonders where the country he "fought for" has "gone." Gone gone gone, my baby's gone gone gone, I hum as I pick up the cue [...]

Posted On : Mar, 02 2012 | Comments : 0

Patriotism

The village was in tatters, smoking before it spoke, shrapnel in a lung, a toothache in a guilty mouth. There's something in the back of my mind I'd like to remember, rubble there and a shovel for digging. We stood in the [...]

Posted On : Feb, 28 2012 | Comments : 0

Perdre

Leave me here amidst the underworld of pickaxes. Anvils. Work horses and sawdust. The afternoon light was the texture of language— dust before a death. I want to release memory. Pull this torture away from its own ha [...]

Posted On : Feb, 27 2012 | Comments : 0

Epithalamium

Night creaked about them like a game of chairs; They looked for safety and again and again Clung to the eroding island of each other. Pale blue, their shipwreck eyes beseeched us Like eyes of Christian martyrs at the circus— [...]

Posted On : Feb, 23 2012 | Comments : 0

Feathered Friends

On Spectacle Pond a laggard loon yelped, next I saw it, next I didn't. Hardly mannerly of me to paddle out chasing the loons, but I did. High fall color, but leaves upon leaves, spotty this year, begrudge themselves. They remind [...]

Posted On : Feb, 07 2012 | Comments : 0

Sex Rubenesque

Unleash the excess! Bring me cleavage and rumpage, one heftable breast, then another, a buttock untrussed and rhapsodic for humpage. Begin the maneuvers [...]

Posted On : Feb, 03 2012 | Comments : 0

Rotation

1 I was going to praise the transpersonality of print over the individuality of handwriting I was going to praise the viewer constructed by monochromy I was going to describe the remarkable comeback intention [...]

Posted On : Feb, 01 2012 | Comments : 0

The Sound of It, Spring

April, late enough there’s forsythia everywhere—how could I forget it, it’s so shocking, toothy and gold. I have to remind myself it’s beautiful. The tulip trees, like I said, blossoms big as teacups. What strange [...]

Posted On : Jan, 30 2012 | Comments : 0

Leave Nothing

1 Sour milk, lard scum, skillet scrapings, sweet potato peels, eggshells, tobacco leaf, pipe ash, coffee, cornmeal, burnt crusts, moldy biscuits, water from a dishpan, spilt pot likker, ash, dust, and kitchen sweepings— in t [...]