Solitude: The Tower Long ago, I lived at the foot of the mountains, where my parents lived when they were young. Nearby, there was a daffodil farm, which I bicycled past each day on my way to the supermarket. Occasionally,… Read More ›
Poems
Poem of the Week: Twilight by Louise Gück
Twilight All day he works at his cousin’s mill, so when he gets home at night, he always sits at this one window, sees one time of day, twilight. There should be more time like this, to sit and dream…. Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Spark by Charles Bukowski
Spark I always resented all the years, the hours, the minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me dizzy and a bit crazy — I couldn’t understand the murdering of… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: My Mother Dwindles by Margaret Atwood
My Mother Dwindles My mother dwindles and dwindles and lives and lives. Her strong heart drives her as heedless as an engine through one night after another. Everyone says, This can’t go on, but it does. It’s like watching someone… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Trollius and trellises by Charles Bukowski
Trollius and trellises of course, I may die in the next ten minutes and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about is that my editor-publisher might retire even though he is ten years younger than I. it… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Bored by Margaret Atwood
Bored All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string while he measured, boards, distances between things, or pounded stakes into the ground for rows and rows of lettuces… Read More ›
Original Poem: Route 13, Beeline
Route 13, Beeline Sometimes on the bus there are a lot of hats, sometimes there are an awful lot of books. Today there is an abundance of crosses. And not just the regular Guido kind, but get this-today I saw… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Our Generation by Carl Dennis
Our Generation Whatever they’ll say about our delinquencies, They’ll have to agree we managed to bridge the gap Between those who arrived before us And those who followed. We learned enough At the schools available to fill the entry-level positions… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Ka ‘Ba by Imamu Amiri Baraka
Ka ‘Ba A closed window looks down on a dirty courtyard, and black people call across or scream or walk across defying physics in the stream of their will Our world is full of sound Our world is more lovely… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: On Leaving the Bachelorette Brunch by Rachel Wetzsteon
On Leaving the Bachelorette Brunch Because I gazed out the window at birds doing backflips when the subject turned to diamonds, because my eyes glazed over with the slightly sleepy sheen your cake will wear, never let it be… Read More ›
