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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…

  • 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…

  • Poet of the Day – Laura Grace Weldon

    National Poetry Month April 10, 2020 Laura Grace Weldon Common Ground   What’s incomplete in me seeks refuge in blackberry bramble and beech trees, where creatures live without dogma and water moves in patterns more ancient than philosophy. I stand still, child eavesdropping on her elders. I don’t speak the language but my body translates…

  • Poet of the Day – Alex Pickens

    National Poetry Month April 9, 2020 Alex Pickens Stardumb   Snorting stardust and cracking hyperspace Tearing up time continuums with a drag race Running rings around Saturn and blue Neptune Speedsters shootings stars of hydrogen fusion boosters Slingshotting out of groovitational fields until our smiles Stretch tight across our skulls, and smoke leaks out Of…

  • Poet of the Day – Erin Wilson

    National Poetry Month April 8, 2020 Erin Wilson The Black Draft               ~in memoriam Grammy; age 66 At Birch Lake the black painted turtles have hauled themselves again from the primordial muck; they use their foreclaws to hoist their shelled selves up onto trees that fell to shore fifteen years ago. It’s weird, my…

  • Poet of the Day – Nicholas Alexander Hayes

    National Poetry Month April 6, 2020 Nicholas Alexander Hayes The Skin Horse Dostoevsky dreams of a man beating a horse. Onlookers only smile. The dream ends and the novelist awakens, thanks god, and smiles. Napoleon on his rearing steed embodies the red genius of Hannibal. His steadiness on the precipice keeps his starving troops going…