Poem
From the magazine:Sky Glee
By Jane Flett
Last night, at the excavation: pig wine & a searchlight moon. We watched seven equidistant stars make…
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Stars, Planets, Heavens
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From the magazine:
sǫ’
By Manny Loleychahóółhxeel
sǫ’ bitsádinidiin
nahookǫs bikǫ’
binaago deikaah
sǫ’ binahjį’
hane’ náás oot’ih - Poem
From the magazine:star poem
By Manny LoleyTranslated By Manny Loleynight drapes
stars emit light
around the north star-fire
stars journey
in their wake
stories extend… - Poem
From the magazine:Where’s My Moon?
By Carole Boston WeatherfordGazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn
A child wonders, Where’s my moon?
Child cries a river like a monsoon… - Poem
From the magazine:Dispatch from the Edge of the Universe
By Lesley YoungeThe first time
I tell someone I’ve thought about
ending it
is right after the first time
someone tells me… - Poem
From the magazine:What the Moon Said to the Poet
By Luivette RestoYour obsession is baffling,
with numerous stanzas dedicated to my phases
and the personification of … - Poem
From the magazine:The Moon Can’t Remember Anything
By Li-Young LeeDoubt everything.
But never doubt the moon
was in the room with us that night.
It touched each place… - PoemBy Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - PoemBy Peter O’LearyThe great spastic glass of the Sun
in winter's going glare. :: Wind's antic helicoid
winding upward through… - PoemBy Danielle Vogel*I don't know how I began but when I imagine it, I see a single illuminated line. A light like electricity…
- PoemBy Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - Poem
From the magazine:
His Own Apollo
By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf,
but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty
has never failed to tantalize him,
to lure him outdoors.
Tonight the gallivanting moon,
all systems go,
makes a pallid cascade in the Roman street,
while my spirited mentor relates,
over... - Poem
From the magazine:
Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs
By Ariel FranciscoHow many poems does a guy have to write
to get abducted by aliens? I know you
see me, same as the fat moon peeping
through the trees like a pervert. I just
want to talk. My arms are sore from waving.
My dad used...