Tag: National Poetry Month 2026

  • Poet Pick – Hallie Fogarty

    Poet Pick – Hallie Fogarty

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    Those little clementine cuties might be my new favorite fruitbecause what other snack starts with using your nails to rip something open, tearing layers from skin, and the scent fill the whole room, leaves my fingertips stained orange and fragrant I like digging my nails into something in the process of desiring it, pith left…

  • Poet Pick – Grace Massey

    Poet Pick – Grace Massey

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    Cleaning Out Mother’s HouseWe scrub the toilet first thing, swat at cobwebssweep away corpses of a thousand flies.Mice have made nests in the brittle lettersthat reveal our Pappy’s voluptuous affair(who the heck was Dolores?), his failed campaignto bring our father home from the Pacific.He well knew how the army poured whiskeydown the throats of boys…

  • Poet Pick – Felice Alexandra

    Poet Pick – Felice Alexandra

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    Constance Brewer
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    My California—After Lee HerrickFor those studying fractions, it’s blue glory sky over diamond-littered ocean, which reduces evenly to Beauty, with no remainder. Every beach kidcan learn this math. Add rain and you get mustard flowers encouraged to wildproliferation. They yellow-tint foothills, color spilling toward the train tracks and Emma Wood beach. This is my California—a…

  • Poet Pick – Eileen Pettycrew

    Poet Pick – Eileen Pettycrew

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    Constance Brewer
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    Business District circa 1982Praise the Cornet five-and-dime,Rodgers variety for ribbon by the foot.Praise the clerk with a ’50s bouffantand red-purple handslike my hands now.Praise the mortuary up the street,Direct Cremation $300—all the days I drove by that sign.Praise Inside Scoop, mocha fudgeice cream. Praise Rexall Drugs,sleepy Muzak, greeting cardsI spent too long picking out.Praise Bits…

  • Poet Pick – Deanna Kern Ludwin

    Poet Pick – Deanna Kern Ludwin

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    Constance Brewer
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    Time’s Wingèd Chariot ~with thanks to Andrew MarvellHad we but world enough and time, chocolate would be our only crime. We’d sit beneath the cacao tree, shaded by its fragrant leaves. Wait four years or more while I’d adore your lips,your forehead, silken skinuntil the farmers rapped the podson rock or tree, split them, scooped…

  • Poet Pick – David Colodney

    Poet Pick – David Colodney

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    Constance Brewer
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    SpectatorsIt’s the coldest winter in 15 years, TV’s weather guy tells, and cold seems to have so many meanings. I use this news to touch your face,kiss your chilly nose. Our iPhone app says its 45 but “feels like” 35. We ask each other why the “feels like” is never warmer. We’re Floridianswearing socks, long-sleeved…