Another Night in the Ruins 1 In the evening haze darkening on the hills, purple of the eternal, a last bird crosses over, ‘flop flop,’ adoring only the instant. 2 Nine years ago, in a plane that rumbled all night… Read More ›
poetry
Poem of the Week: It’s Ours by Charles Bukowski
It’s Ours there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: A Dream for Winter by Arthur Rimbaud
A Dream for Winter In the winter, we will leave in a small pink railway carriage With blue cushions. We will be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies In each soft corner. You will close your eyes, in order… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Dream Song 384 by John Berryman
Dream Song 384 The marker slants, flowerless, day’s almost done, I stand above my father’s grave with rage, often, often before I’ve made this awful pilgrimage to one who cannot visit me, who tore his page out: I come back… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: A Supermarket in California by Allen Ginsberg – for Robin Williams
A Supermarket in California This poem has already been part of my #PoemOfTheWeek series, but I’d like to dedicate it this week to the memory of Robin Williams.
Poem of the Week: wandering in the cage by Charles Bukowski
wandering in the cage languid conjecture during hours of moil, trapped in the shadows of the father. sidewalks outside of cafes are lonely through the day. my cat looks at me and is not sure what I am and I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: 49 1/2 by Sharon Olds
49 1/2 The first long month, waiting and waiting, I fear I am pregnant. The second long month, a clot appears, ruby-crowned kinglet’s nest. Well – that’s it, I hear myself saying, in passionless wonder. For a moment, I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Clasp by Sharon Olds
The Clasp She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks straight, I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him over on his face, again, and when I… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: [During the Second World War…] by Charles Reznikoff
[During the Second World War…] During the Second World War, I was going home one night along a street I seldom used. All the stores were closed except one—a small fruit store. An old Italian was inside to wait on… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: On the Pulse of Morning Maya Angelou
On the Pulse of Morning read at the 1993 Presidential inauguration of Bill Clinton A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On… Read More ›
