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Poem of The Day
By Paige Lewis
Sit on the park bench and chew this mint leaf.
Right now, way above your head, two men
floating in a rocket ship are ignoring their
delicate experiments, their buttons flashing
red. Watching you chew your mint, the men
forget about their gritty toothpaste, about
their...
Right now, way above your head, two men
floating in a rocket ship are ignoring their
delicate experiments, their buttons flashing
red. Watching you chew your mint, the men
forget about their gritty toothpaste, about
their...
Poem of The Day
By Dayna Patterson
?) Let every sentence begin: I have been grossly mistaken.
The stars are gone. Kirk: Kindly tell me what happened to the stars.
Kierkegaard shuttles past Reason to planet Absurd, a gas giant
without a detectable landing pad. He says, it’s the leap...
The stars are gone. Kirk: Kindly tell me what happened to the stars.
Kierkegaard shuttles past Reason to planet Absurd, a gas giant
without a detectable landing pad. He says, it’s the leap...
Poem of The Day
By J. Allyn Rosser
smiling at far end of table with friends I don’t know
newly wedded NYC looking down
taking turns holding me in my first overexposed summer
tiny together before that house the contractor reneged on
harvesting honey in outlandishly concealing outfits
riding burros down into the Grand Canyon tiny in hats
the driveway under six feet of snow…
newly wedded NYC looking down
taking turns holding me in my first overexposed summer
tiny together before that house the contractor reneged on
harvesting honey in outlandishly concealing outfits
riding burros down into the Grand Canyon tiny in hats
the driveway under six feet of snow…
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- PoemBy John Lee ClarkA Deaf Blind poet doesn’t like to read sitting up. A Deaf Blind poet likes to read Braille magazines on the john. A Deaf Blind poet is in the habit of composing nineteenth-century letters and pressing Alt+S. A Deaf Blind poet is a terrible...
- PoemBy Suzi F. GarciaA muster of peacocks show off their tails, but instead of feathers, knives. And smoke where their voices should be. I breathe gray until it fills my throat, choking on tulle. On the loudspeaker, a mutation of a voiceover, a...
- PoemBy Raymond Antrobus1
My ear amps whistle like they are singing
to Echo, goddess of noise,
the raveled knot of tongues,
of blaring birds, consonant crumbs
of dull doorbells, sounds swamped
in my misty hearing aid tubes.
Gaudí believed in holy sound
and built a cathedral to contain it,
pulling...
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