Punk Rock Love Technically, this is not a poem, but a piece taken from Aaron Cometbus’ Despite Everything, an omnibus of work taken from his zines. I have loved this since the first time I read it over 15 years… Read More ›
Poems
Poem of the Week: Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell
Blackberry Eating I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Variation on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood
Variation on the Word Sleep I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Meditations at Lagunitas by Robert Haas
Meditations at Lagunitas All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking. The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown- faced woodpecker probing the… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Genius of the Crowd by Charles Bukowski
The Genius of the Crowd there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Feared Drowned by Sharon Olds
Feared Drowned Suddenly nobody knows where you are, your suit black as seaweed, your bearded head slick as a seal’s. Somebody watches the kids. I walk down the edge of the water, clutching the towel like a widow’s shawl around… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg
A Supermarket in California What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Aristotle by Billy Collins
Aristotle This is the beginning. Almost anything can happen. This is where you find the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land, the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page. Think of an egg, the letter A,… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: No Time by Billy Collins
I love poetry, but I hate the pretention that often accompanies it. To me, good poetry should be recognizable even if you know nothing about poetic form. The work of most of my favorite writers is simple and uncomplicated, and… Read More ›
