Year: 2020
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Poet of the Day – Pamela Sumners
National Poetry Month April 16, 2020 Pamela Sumners LAST RITES It rained cottonmouths for 30 days after you died. They wore proud boots and took over the streets, slithered and kicked through the steel-plated doors. They sat coiled or casually dropped in your special recliner. They ate the last Tyson’s chicken in Arkansas—they did!…
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Poet of the Day – Ren Pike
National Poetry Month April 15, 2020 Ren Pike old friend we met in snowsuit suffocation bursting bruised from bully buses enduring lawless endless recess powerless in paramilitary dress singing campfire songs me in hand-me-down stress you riddled and repressed carrying cafeteria tray caution past hostile hoards we merged into oncoming havoc registrar-recorded rapids…
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Poet of the Day – Mary Ellen Talley
National Poetry Month April 14, 2020 Mary Ellen Talley Armchair Travel for Aimee Nezhukumatathil It began with a search for linalool while I was reading a poem, The Pepper Kingdom – Kerala by Aimee with the challenging last name who said on stage her six syllables were butchered in the classroom. Poor…
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Poet of the Day – Christina Lovin
National Poetry Month April 13, 2020 Christina Lovin Geodes “Even a rock has insides/ smash one and see…” ~Molly Peacock, “How I Come to You” Back up that long hill again—familiar ruts and rocks shaking me awake once more after so long. Not much changed. You, the same: unbreakable…
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Poet of the Day – Agnes Vojta
National Poetry Month April 12, 2020 Agnes Vojta Greeting Cards They Don’t Make I tried to find a card for you. “Get well soon” sounds fine for the flu or the leg you broke walking the dog. It doesn’t cut it for fist shaped bruises. I opened “Caring thoughts”: “May only peaceful memories…
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Poet of the Day – Mantz Yorke
National Poetry Month April 11, 2020 Mantz Yorke Reflections: The Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial, Washington DC You reached up and pointed to the name in the polished stone: a paler you reached up and touched your fingertips with cold. His name, one of fifty-eight thousand, three hundred and seven graved into the black gabbro…

