Poem for my Father Outside I picture you, your face lightly colored and unlike the other boys — no matter how long the Caribbean sun shines down on you, your skin remains, as always, not black, not white. Maybe you’re… Read More ›
Poems
Poem of the Week: Her Grave by Mary Oliver
Her Grave She would come back, dripping thick water, from the green bog. She would fall at my feet, she would draw the black skin from her gums, in a hideous and wonderful smile—– and I would rub my hands… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: So You Want To Be A Writer by Charles Bukowski
So You Want To Be A Writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Risk by Anais Nin
The Risk And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom.
Poem of the Week: The Pediatrician Retires by Sharon Olds
For my female friends – the new moms and the mothers who are watching their children grow up, get married, and move out. The cycle of life. The Pediatrician Retires This is the archway where I stood, next to… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Field of Skulls by Mary Karr
Field of Skulls Stare hard enough at the fabric of night, and if you’re predisposed to dark—let’s say the window you’ve picked is a black postage stamp you spend hours at, sleepless, drinking gin after the I Love Lucy reruns… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Best Cigarette by Billy Collins
The Best Cigarette There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one night, years ago. The heralded one, of course: after sex, the two glowing tips now the lights… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Autumn by T.E. Hulme
Autumn A touch of cold in the Autumn night— I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Bogland by Seamus Heaney
Bogland We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening– Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye Of a tarn. Our unfenced country Is bog that keeps crusting Between the sights of… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: All My Pretty Ones by Anne Sexton
All My Pretty Ones Father, this year’s jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling its stone to your heart, leaving me here to shuffle and disencumber you from the residence… Read More ›
