Some Poems I Like

Let’s start this off with a piece that isn’t a poem. Or is it?

A tragedy is a haunted house with the prison-like spatial constraint removed. You are free to move yet not to escape the event. An equivalent definition is that a tragedy is a haunted cosmos, which is another species of house.

A hero dispelling a haunting is the intersection of two tragedies. Most often this isn’t a battle but a hallway between slightly separate rooms.

One reason I love the (Poem-A-Day)[] series is because the “About This Poem” section can be as rich / interesting as the poem itself. And sometimes more so. saying of il haboul by adelaide crapsey is as interesting to me for its form as its content.

My tent
A vapour that
The wind dispels and but
As dust before the wind am I

Tommy Pico is great to read, but even better to listen to. Do both with an excerpt from his book poem Junk.

What can you do with a mythology? Let’s ask ex patria by evie shockley

a person who knows all the answers can only borrow a mythology like i’m king midas or i’m god. a painter can take a mythology and remake it so that it answers a new question

autumn is answering the question about gorgeous rotting. just magenta, green, brown, pink, yellow, red, violet flying off the mythological canvas.

Assessment as poem from poetry trapper keeper

I’m always opening parentheses I forget to close

Never Seldom Sometimes Rarely Often Always

A haiku by Chris Gordon

talking about talking about clay

The sun also rises, as they say, but what else does?

one day
the neon
will burn out

and then what
sun rises
like rent
sun rises
like a flag
sun rises
like the ocean

I have a thing for crow poems.

and why? The crow long gone now, and what marked the line between winter and spring?