Thursday, April 30, 2015

Today's poem: "Antiphony" by Patty Paine

I've been a fan of Patty Paine's work for a while now. Her first full-length collection, The Sounding Machine, is a beautiful book, and I'm looking forward to the release of her next collection, Grief & Other Animals. Until then, I'll have to be patient, and after reading one of Paine's new poems, "Antiphony," in the May 2015 issue of Thrush, I know her new collection will be worth the wait.

Go back to that stream, touch
your lips to the cold, clear quivering,
draw into yourself a time when it was simple
as this to be quenched, to draw in what was

Read the rest of the poem. 

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

What I'm Reading: The Alchemy of My Mortal Form by Sandy Longhorn

This week, I'm savoring Sandy Longhorn's new collection, The Alchemy of My Mortal Form, winner of the 2014 Louise Bogan Award and published by Trio House Press. Following are the first two stanzas of a poem from the collection, "That Which Blooms Beyond Where It Is Planted." You can read the rest of the poem at the link provided.

This new blood has taken root,
my donor replete & replicate.
I felt it first as a flutter in the womb,

then a surge of cells thickening,
an added weight drawing me back
to my own body.

Read the rest of the poem.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Today's poem: "Pigeons at Dawn" by Charles Simic

Extraordinary efforts are being made
To hide things from us, my friend.
Some stay up into the wee hours
To search their souls. 
Read the rest of the poem.  

Monday, April 20, 2015

Poet of the Week: Charles Simic

This week's poet is Charles Simic. Click here to read the poet's bio.

We have a lifetime to read but will not be able to read everything by everyone. Hopefully, by offering this feature, you and I might share a little space together where we read as much poetry as we can. 

Simic's work has always fascinated me. I'm delighted to share his poetry with you this week.

Today's poem is "On this Very Street in Belgrade."

Your mother carried you
Out of the smoking ruins of a building
And set you down on this sidewalk

Read the rest of this poem. 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Today's poem: "Louisiana Line" by Betty Adcock

The wooden scent of wagons,   
the sweat of animals—these places   
keep everything—breath of the cotton gin,   
black damp floors of the icehouse.   

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Today's poem: "Found" by Betty Adcock

Half buried in gravel and winter on
a dawn-damp Colorado trail,
the elk antler trembled as I dug it out.

Read the rest of the poem. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Poet of the Week: Betty Adcock

The poet for this week is Betty Adcock. Click here to read the poet's bio.

As a native North Carolinian, I'm always looking for poets to revisit from my home state. Adcock was one of the first poets I clung to when I moved away and I'm delighted to revisit her work this week with you. 

Today's poem is "January." 
Dusk and snow this hour 
in argument have settled 
nothing. Light persists, 
and darkness. 

Read the rest of the poem. 


Monday, April 6, 2015

Poet of the Week

Due to a very busy week of events, there will be no posts for this feature. However, do spend some time reading the previous poems by Margaret Atwood and Lynda Hull. The feature will return next week. Thanks for reading!

Friday, April 3, 2015

Today's poem: "In Another Country" by Lynda Hull

If Baroque were more than a manner
of music, it would be this last afternoon.
Sun, disciplined by hours, moves slowly
across the floor. 

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Today's poem: "The Window" by Lynda Hull

Streak of world blurred charcoal & scarlet, the El slows,
brakes near the platform, Little Chinatown,
& there’s that window, peeling frame, screen split

to rippling raingusts.

Read the rest of the poem.