Read Your Poetry Yet?
Yes, really. Every day. Infographic: Every Day Poems, used with permission.
Back
I don’t know how to age a tree, without cutting it open to count the rings. This tree in front of the tan house, taller than its two stories, is it older than me? Did it once watch my yellow
Back
I don’t know how to age a tree, without cutting it open to count the rings. This tree in front of the tan house, taller than its two stories, is it older than me? Did it once watch my yellow
missing
Silver tresses fly wild and old bones bend double as she leans into the wind, wields hammer and chisel against a letter box, rusted shut. The question echoes each blow: How long since they’ve spoken?
missing
Silver tresses fly wild and old bones bend double as she leans into the wind, wields hammer and chisel against a letter box, rusted shut. The question echoes each blow: How long since they’ve spoken?
party line
We found the surprise tied with yellow ribbon, bow hanging loose on the door. Broken glass said the piñata had already burst open, its bulging sides struck with long handles and black bottomed boots. The invitation said Do Not but the first
party line
We found the surprise tied with yellow ribbon, bow hanging loose on the door. Broken glass said the piñata had already burst open, its bulging sides struck with long handles and black bottomed boots. The invitation said Do Not but the first
the rough
Come on, son, pull your head out of the bag. Keep moving. I know it hardly seems fair, the way she slices you. It’s rough how she hooks you, drags you screaming to the bunker. She’s given you the shanks
the rough
Come on, son, pull your head out of the bag. Keep moving. I know it hardly seems fair, the way she slices you. It’s rough how she hooks you, drags you screaming to the bunker. She’s given you the shanks
Limbo
I played barbed wire Limbo today Rusty spur snagged a piece of my shirt Poor old she-cattle might trip on the thread Before she picks up the electric alert
Limbo
I played barbed wire Limbo today Rusty spur snagged a piece of my shirt Poor old she-cattle might trip on the thread Before she picks up the electric alert
