2023

#todayspoem

by Michael Leunig (via The Red Hand Files)

As Nick Cave describes it: In his classic cartoon, ‘Gee Dad, you’re fantastic!’, a father plays his ukulele to the delight of his family, picnicking in a beam of light that cuts though an utterly devastated landscape.

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haiku by Wakayuki Fukuda

spring is around the corner

but with a different password

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from The Red Hand Files by Nick Cave

If we do not attend to the work of projecting delight upon the world, what are we actually doing? If we do not look for joy, search for it, reach deep for it, what are we saying about the world? Are we saying that malevolence is the routine stuff of life, that oppression and corruption and degradation is the very matter of the world? That we greet each day with suspicion, bitterness and contempt? It seems to me that to make suffering the focus of our attention, to pay witness only to the malevolence of the world, is to be in service to the devil himself.

Joy sings small, bright songs in the dark — these moments, so easily disregarded, so quickly dismissed, are the radiant points of light that pierce the gloom to give validation to the world.

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haiku by Takeshi Endo

to crickets’ voice
I return
a cricket

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haiku by Kristen Lindquist

hanging over us
an icicle
the length of March

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The Best Thing About A Poem by Max Lavergne

The best thing about a poem is that you can fit the whole thing into the body of an email without needing attachments. The best thing about a travelling salesman is that he can fit everything he needs into his little suitcase and go and go without ever stopping until he has sold everything in there 1000 times over, or even more, and even then he can still go on and on and on. The best thing about a jellyfish is that it wants practically nothing and gets practically nothing. It all works out.

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by Basho via Strange Weather in Tokyo

plum blossoms, fresh shoots, prepared at Mariko’s inn, with grated yam soup

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by Seihaku Irako via Strange Weather in Tokyo

Light filters white across the river
through the willows.
From Ono on the other bank
a flute makes its faint way through the mist,
touching the traveler’s heart.

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Fork by Charles Simic

This strange thing must have crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.

As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

&

this Michael Robbins quote it inspired:

“Forget about self-expression, kid. Learn to see the monster on the dinner table.”

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from Origin Story: The Father by Diamond Forde

Love didn’t mind. The Father didn’t sell shoes—not really.
This was 1930—before The Father was allowed

to hold Love like a thrasher in his snow-banked
palms. But how he longed to hold her—GOD

this poem made me think of this song:

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Three Views by Cameron Anstee

For Robert Hogg

i. Tree and Sky

blue
again

against
which

per
sists

today’s
view

ii. Development

blue,

and
bluer

still,

and
bluer,

still

iii. Brighten the Corners

the
green
nudg
ing
in
to view (sounding slowly
     spring’s blue
     dimensions)

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from Small Kindnesses by Danusha Laméris

We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”

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A Celebration by Iman Mersal

More important, where is the line between flags and lingerie, anthems and anathemas, God and his creations—the ones who pay taxes and walk on earth?

What I can say is that from down here, among the shoes and jackboots, I’ll never know for certain who triumphed over whom.

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haiku by Chris Gordon

lunacy a lost poem about an acetylene torch

a visual semaphore representing the passage of time

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haiku by Jane Wallace Pearson

Sometimes you ignore
what can only be described
as a piano

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by Pádraig Ó Tuama

Important to remember is that a myth is not something false, rather a myth is something with so much truth that it needs a fantastical container.

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from Mitch Horowitz

What if you’re praying to the wrong god?

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from Adeem the Artist’s wife

Don’t you think if you were living in a dream you made for yourself you’d have less diarrhea?

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from January by Nancy Schoenberger

in this, this baleful start
to a new beginning,
a new life? You seem to be guarding
something, brothers. One at each door.
Is it the little secret of the new year:

that everything waiting for us up ahead
will be exactly as it was before?

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Ma Goose: The Interrogation by Jane Flanders

Who killed Cock Robin?
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
What’s in the cupboard?
Have you any wool?

Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
Where have you been?
Have you any wool?
How many hairs to make a wig?

Where have you been?
How many miles to Babylon?
How many hairs to make a wig?
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?

How many miles to Babylon?
How many were going to St. Ives?
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?
Whose dog art thou?

How many were going to St. Ives?
How does your garden grow?
Whose dog art thou?
Are the children in their beds?

How does your garden grow?
What’s in the cupboard?
Are the children in their beds?
Who killed Cock Robin?


a circular series of questions stolen from nursery rhymes? yes please

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from Mourning Problems by Xi Chuan:

a person dies, and some people mourn and some even applaud
a generation dies, and the next generation doesn’t really mourn
a country dies, most of the time just leaving apocrypha
a country that doesn’t leave apocrypha wasn’t a real country
if it wasn’t a real country, when it dies no one mourns
no one mourns, and the wind blows in vain
rivers flow in vain, washing over rocks in vain
glistening in vain, making vain ripples

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from The Cemetery Where Al Jolson is Buried by Amy Hempel:

There are times when the wolves are silent; there are times when the moon howls

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by Sappho

The moon is set. And the
Pleiades.
It’s the middle of the night.
Time passes.
But I sleep alone.

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haiku by ant ant ant ant ant

twilight it might catch on fire

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from night void messages by Edward Smallfield (a chapbook)

from night void message #33:

discolored walls
& French champagne
a bus to somewhere

from night void message #173:

the metal grinds
outside the door
in the sudden night

night void message #177:

mostly the intensity of the red

from night void message #97:

what time is it
on your coast?
human time

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from For Brothers of the Dragon by Terrance Hayes:

Because growing old is like slipping into a new coat without taking the old coat off

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haiku by Etheridge Knight:

4
To write a blues song
is to regiment riots
and pluck gems from graves.

9
Making jazz swing in
Seventeen syllables AIN’T
No square poet’s job.

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Fog by Carl Sandburg

A photo of a handwritten version of the poem. &10;&10;The fog comes  &10;on little cat feet.  &10;&10;It sits looking  &10;Over city and harbor  &10;On silent haunches &10;And then moves on.

2022

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from A Song and the Sultan by Mahmoud Darwish:

and the red sun has become an ember
which the Sultan in vain imprisoned
and suddenly the fire
is a revolution!

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haiku by P M F Johnson:

dusk crows gather in the silence

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Learning Persian by Solmaz Sharif

deek-teh
deek-tah-tor
behn-zeen
dee-seh-pleen
eh-pe-deh-mi
fahn-te-zi
mu-zik
bahnk
mah-de-mah-zel
sees-tem
vah-nil
vee-la
vee-roos
ahm-pee-ree-ah-lizm
doh-see-eh
oh-toh-ree-te

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haiku by Orrin PreJean:

blues at a juke joint that man can put away gin

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from Quantifiable by Dawn Pichón Barron:

IV. No other in the mammalian world has the uvula dangling in the back of the
Mouth with its precious cargo, packed cavity of nerves and muscle and bone
The uvula would be proof enough, yes, that all humans are the same
Placing to bed, under a spell to never wake, atrocities of other

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A Stone by Michael Bazzett

A Stone

wrote a book of poems,

seventy-odd pages
and each one empty.
It was called happy to wait,

and its cover was a turtle shell
scoured by weasels,
left abandoned on the beach.

Its sun-bleached husk
was blank as air.
It took years to read,

mostly because the smell
of sunlight and dust
that rose from its pages

was so distracting,
the way it conjured
mountains out of nothing,

the way it made us
drop what we were doing,
stare out the window

and forget who we were —

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haiku by Sandra Simpson

cicada husk—
two hours in a car
with a talker

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haiku by Bob Redmond

pictures
of people taking pictures—
cherry blossoms

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The Mind After Everything Has Happened by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

Perpetual peace. Perpetual light.
From a distance it all seems graffiti.
Gold on gold. Iridescent, torqued phosphors.
But still graffiti. Someone’s smear on space.
A name. A neighborhood. X. X was Here.
X in the House. A two-handed engine
Of aerosols hissing Thou Shalt Not Pass
On fiery ground. A shot-down Aurora
Borealis. That raised areola
At the tip of the tongue of I or Thou.
Benedict Robinson, text me, if you know:
If Hell is a crater to a crater
To a crater to a crater, what then
Is Heaven, aside from its opposite,
Which was glorious, known and obvious?

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haiku by poem.Rex

autumn nightfall a toad

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haiku by ant ant ant ant ant

what about the edges of your flag?

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from Daily Kerouac

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

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by Magic Realism Bot

A clockwork cathedral appears over Brooklyn. A philosopher knows why it has come.

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haiku by Hayden Carruth

Excellence requires
leaf-rakers to sweep one spot
nine times. Nine, not eight.

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from Impossible Deer by Susan Nguyen

Just this morning looking out
from the deck, I saw the fire
of eight cardinals burning
in our honeysuckle. An omen.

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Cow Tools by Gary Larson

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from And Now, A Sonnet, the first in a crown

She flashed me the ugly hard I did not know her, But hear her eyes on these characters ( on my skin A foreign lang still I putted the ink in and&10;Now will have to, to answer it - what man stammers.&10;Ooh and did the dead colonizer start to twerk!&10;This was riding on every body.&10;'I likes the trample I likes the clusterpile of human&10;"Beeings & feel belonging,' conquistadorés stains. And from the first it seemed a platform set above And drums abound. A mortifying glimpse a doom&10;Transubstantial. What we'd be we'd be buried by. The front desk, the concierge vest, the eye's un-love,&10;Broken we'd linger long in an earthen room.&10;A tomb to grow in, deep the catalogue, my mind-

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from Hotbeds in Norfolk, Virginia by Ariana Benson

Today, they flattened the house across the street
into memory—siding panels rotting like rinds
in the yard’s clovers and crabgrass. It’s constant,
the vinyl harvest: red, yellow, pink—all stripped
to the same blanched flesh. To make a space
more enticing, they say. But I was fed
on sweetness sprung up from dirt, and nobody
skins an apple they intend to candy.

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from The Revisionist and the Astropastorals by Douglas Crase

A reductionism that makes the world
complex, a truth that simply nothing
can explain, is how events curled
up in space when seen are scattering.

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Jingle by Leonard Cohen

To show the fat brain
rotting like stumps of brown teeth
in an old bright throat
is the final clever thrill
of summer lads all dead with love.

So here is mine,
torn and stretched for the sun,
to be used for a drum or a tambourine,
to be scratched with poetry
by Kafka’s machine.

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haiku by Terri L. French

maybe you could find your own house fly

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Omens by Danusha Laméris

Out here, we read everything as a sign.
The coyote in its scruffed coat,
bending to eat a broken persimmon on the ground.
The mess of crows that fills the apple tree,
makes a racket, lifts off.
In between, quiet.
The winter fog is a blank.
I wish I could make sense
of the child’s empty bed,
the bullet hole through my brother’s heart.
The mailman drops a package
on the front stoop and the neighbor’s dog
won’t stop barking. I tread
down the stairs, lightly.
Because we can’t know
what comes next, we say,
The plum tree is blooming early.
There are buck antlers lying in the grass.
A mountain lion left its footprints by the bridge.

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In the Language of Mammon from Pilgrim Bell by Kaveh Akbar

specifically the impact this poem (and the other concrete-like poems) had on the reading experience of the book. suddenly all words looked weird, written forwards or backwards. language had to be grappled with more consciously.

The poem sits on the page in the standard way, but the lines are mirrored flowing from right to left and the words backwards. The text is: ¿boD jeog adt bloded bum edt ai tiga atsmsoni orû s ni soil oslil griguido mod aldsevors adt tite ot agno? vorom ssl.m ot agno? •boot o›lil atsout ed doidw nos NOr 2o down 20 tit tinz novor Atwon woK ni noizuleb gritsoixotni trom iH Jis ni sIdulos sd talgim live tedt redotud viotiH msitnenitnos to metstitaso idim sC obon ilon bor mid sgbuji nod bsed aid reins ot tilguodt tari oft yd broose adt yd mid ogbul

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Using a Trot by Vito Hannibal Acconci

He said: “Straight from the horse’s mouth.”
He said that was straight from the horse’s mouth.
He said it straight from the horse’s mouth.
The horse was large, strong, with four legs, solid hoofs, and flowing mane and tail. (Something like it was what he sat, rode, or was carried on.
There was a frame on legs to support something.)
And something or other was uttered through the mouth, which contained the teeth and the tongue.
There was a wry expression!
There, the water emptied into another body of water.
The body, then, developed by means of food.
He had been mentioned before.
Now, not bent or crooked, he was coming out of the opening.
He was no longer on his high horse.

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haiku by Ciarán Parkes

solar panels
turning rusty
autumn leaves

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haiku from ant ant ant ant ant

you bring your constellation of gnats

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The Park is Full of People by Michael Robbins

It took me an hour to travel
one hour into the future.
It’s terrible here,

Someone
misquoted “moon full on the lawn”
as “moon full of the lawn” and now
I long for airless orbiting praries.

The future—or as I like to call it,
5:31 p.m.—is finally on.

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{And Here, the Remains of a Field} by Alain Mabanckou
translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson

And here, the remains of a field

A path withstands the onslaught of ferns
Mushrooms grow
on contorted limbs of a felled rônier palm
Handles of pruning hooks
A large aluminum cooking pot overturned
at the edge of the gulch
its lid lies a bit farther off …

Twigs
Ash
Two blocks of flint
for inventing fire …

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Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place
but, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.

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NOTES DURING LONG PHONE CONVERSATION WITH MOTHER by Lydia Davis

for summer – she needs

pretty dress – cotton

cotton nottoc

coontt

tcoont

toonct

tocnot tocont

tocton

contot

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Elegy from Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen 📚

Do not look for him
In brittle mountain streams:
They are too cold for any god;
And do not examine the angry rivers
For shreds of his soft body
Or turn the shore stones for his blood;
But in the warm salt ocean
He is descending through cliffs. Of slow green water
And the hovering coloured fish
Kiss his snow-bruised body
And build their secret nests
In his fluttering winding-sheet.

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from Some eel thoughts by Michael Malay

Their voyage thus describes a kind of sinewave, a diurnal dipping followed by a nocturnal surfacing: the arc of their homecoming.

They are not returning for themselves but for the future, which makes itself felt as an itch in their bellies.

Today, there are more than one million man-made obstructions in rivers and streams across Europe.

The contradiction couldn’t be greater. On one hand, the obduracy of concrete and the flushness of steel, and on the other hand, this sinuous rope of changing life. An eel

Everywhere, though, it is being met by borders and walls, borders and walls.

I am always being born, it says, and now – can you hear it? – watch me as I disappear.  

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from We’ll Meat Again by Benjamin Myers

Rust smears a sunset
over the quarantine station
as ants map the land grab
of the crumbling colony
down here in the castle of nettles.

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from The Cows of Love Creek by Danusha Laméris

This is not repentance, a gesture to reset the scales-

or is it? How do we love the earth
without getting blood on our hands?

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from Autumn’s Sun by Loren Connors

Oct. I3

I sit here on the toilet thinking, Well, I just have to get this out of the way, don’t I, so I can look at the trees and work.
The kid’s crying and Suzanne says, “C’mon, c’mon.” Last night he knocked over a guitar in Brian Guitars, and I thought we’d have to buy it. Suzanne started shaking and asked me, “Why’d you open the case?” I said, “It was this beautiful blues guitar, like a diamond.” “Like a diamond!” she said, with a smile that was already there.

I have to drive to the marsh today. By the road I see a maple. It’s cold, and the maple seems redder, and this howling at my truck brings it to me even more.

    little birch     no leaves, no buds
    in dawn’s light

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haiga by Monica Plant

When feeling doubtful,
Why not consult a council
of trees or of squirrels?

A watercolor painting of bare trees on a shallow hill with water in the background. Bisected by lines carrying the words of the haiku

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haiku by Johnny Baranski

Sleepless night&emdash;
moon-cast cell bars’ shadows
lay on the stone cot

A pen and ink drawing of brick wall, cell bars, moon, and spider web

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haiku by Johnny Baranski

This heat!
snow-clad mountains framed
by the cell block window

An ink drawing of the window image in the haiku

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haiku by Jamie Everhart

summer sunset
a snake in the mouth
of a snake

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from Topsy-Turvy World by William Brighty Rands

Ba-ba, black wool,
 Have you any sheep?
Yes, sir, a packfull,
  Creep, mouse, creep!
Four-and-twenty little maids
  Hanging out the pie,
Out jump’d the honey-pot,
  Guy Fawkes, Guy!
Cross latch, cross latch,
  Sit and spin the fire;
When the pie was open’d,
  The bird was on the brier!

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from Recollections of My Nonexistence by Rebecca Solnit

Growing up, we say, as though we were trees, as though altitude was all that there was to be gained, but so much of the process is growing whole as the fragments are gathered, the patterns found. Human infants are born with craniums made up of four plates that have not yet knit together into a solid dome so that their heads can compress to fit through the birth canal, so that the brain within can then expand. The seams of these plates are intricate, like fingers interlaced, like the meander of arctic rivers across tundra.
​ The skull quadruples in size in the first few years, and if the bones knit together too soon, they restrict the growth of the brain; and if they don’t knit at all the brain remains unprotected. Open enough to grow and closed enough to hold together is what a life must also be. We collage ourselves into being, finding the pieces of a worldview and people to love and reasons to live and then integrate them into a whole, a life consistent with its beliefs and desires, at least if we’re lucky.

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haiku by Ramesh Anand

sizzling noon
buffalo walks away
with the pond

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A Cottony Fate by Jane Hirshfield

Long ago, someone
told me: avoid or.

It troubles the mind
as a held-out piece of meat disturbs a dog.

Now I too am sixty
There was no other life.

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Halloween Haiku by Jone Rush MacCulloch

scarecrow in the field
wears last winter’s torn raincoat
murder of crows land

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The Blue in Beets by Erica Funkhouser

The blue in beets
comes and goes
sometimes a shadow
of the weeds
where beets grew
or of their towering leaves
other times a suggestion
of what the beets
might have been:
blue birds
blue stones
blue fish
blue whales
blue water.
If blue isn’t here
it’s there
if it’s not there
it’s coming
if you have just seen it
it will be back
if you have never seen it
you will.

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Time by John Wieners

Why is it eternity lasts a moment
a moment eternity?

Are you quiet enough to hear horned owls
at dawn?

I hear voices rustle in the leaves
after they are gone.

New mice burst into life. Small raccoons
bear tiny chains around their wrists.

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from sky hammer by Julian Talamantez Brolaski:

I took my sky hammer &
pounded out a few choice
clouds, cirrus and I don’t know, nimbus
as in a god on earth
moving in space as a great auroral mist
a god who beholds the sparrows
washing in the dusty gravel
of frankford avenue

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Marble
by Maggie Graber

via Lue’s Poetry Hour

Love, show me your teeth.
Show me the night settling

like a black pond, moon
a glint in a wolf’s eye. Show me
your eyes of bone-white

and shadow, the bonfires
that stripped off our bark

and your throat full of bees.
Look. The river changes tenses
and I can’t get enough of this

light, the needlework of stars
and the dozen broken hearts

it took to get to this one—
a marble peering through ashes
like moonlight in mist.

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via WeCroak

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

We are close to dead. There are faces and bodies like gorged maggots on the dance floor, on the highway, in the city, in the stadium; they are a host of chemical machines who swallow the product of chemical factories, aspirin, preservatives, stimulant, relaxant, and breathe out their chemical wastes into a polluted air. -Norman Mailer

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from The Woman Who Couldn’t Describe A Thing If She Could By Mary Ruefle

a poem that combines my (apparent) love of poems about/with doors and poems that describe things in ways that seem, at first, absurd until you realize that’s exactly what they are

A thought is silent talking to yourself in your head. But you can still hear it. This is the number-one difference.  After the eating and the conversation, one of us gave money for these things. You just hand it over, and for a moment you can see it, it is moving from one hand to another hand and you can see it, it is paper. But it is not usually shown, most of the time you keep your money out of sight. It is hardly ever in the air. It is not like a necklace or something. But at such and such a time, you take it out and give some of it away. You never give your necklace away. All the same, a necklace is a sign of money. It just is. You show the sign that you have things hidden. It goes back and forth, like a conversation.  Two of us were wearing necklaces and two of us were not. That is a fact I added together later, so you would know.

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from Devastation & Hope by J. Drew Lanham:

I climbed up; watched a sharp-shinned hawk recycle some unfortunate songbird and listened to the lucky trees that were left talking in leaf rattle to the river rushing by.

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by Shido Bunan:

Die while you’re alive, and be absolutely dead, Then do what ever you want: it’s all good.

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from A Coast-Nightmare by Christina Rossetti:


 Only ghosts in flocks and shoals:
Indistinguished hazy ghosts surround there
  Meteors whirling on their poles;
Indistinguished hazy ghosts abound there;

#todayspoem A Blank White Page by Francisco X. Alarcón:

is a meadow
after a snowfall
that a poem
hopes to cross

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a haiku by David Oates:

abandoned gas station
paper cups bleaching
in the weeds

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from How to Write by Anne Waldman:

Once, on the Sixth Avenue bus
I got a sudden sensation
I had been alive before

That I was a man at some other time
Traveling

You would think this strange if you were a woman

If I were a man right now I’d be getting out of the draft
but I think I’d want to be a poet too

Which simply means alive, awake and digging everything

Even that which makes me sick and want to die

I don’t really, you know

I just don’t want to be conscious sometimes
because when you’re conscious in the ordinary way
you have to think about yourself a lot

Dull thoughts like what am I doing?

A lot of drugs can change you if you want
because you too are made of what drugs are made of

In fact you are just a bundle of drugs
when you come right down to it

I don’t want to go into it
but you’ll see what I mean when you catch on

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from Oblivion by Kevin Young:

In the field the cows consider
    oblivion, mulling

it over. They & their many
    stomachs know nothing

stays lost forever—that grass, almost
    cruel, resurrects again,

again. They know even
    drought will end

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haiku by Goichi Imase

the place
higher than goose
it is called the sky

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Second Crow by Matthias Göritz, translated by Mary Jo Bang:


From the balcony, sliced light
leaves behind an arm.

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\lev\ by J. Drew Lanham

this selection is in honor of the thrush whose morning today turned out to be its last, after a window

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from A Year’s Supply of Poetry by Patricia Finney:

So quality is a difficult thing to pin down

And the fault might very likely be with me

And not him and his convoluted effusions.

To Sturgeon’s Principle, I add Finney’s Corollary

Which says that at least 10% of everything

Might be good.

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Haibun With Insects by Megan Kim

here’s the haiku portion

~

Lightning bug, firefly
I say grass lit like heaven
Is it a violence?

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What I Believe By Kimberly Blaeser

I believe the weave of cotton
will support my father’s knees,
but no indulgences will change hands.

I believe nothing folds easily,
but that time will crease—
retrain the mind.

I believe in the arrowheads of words
and I believe in silence.

I believe the rattle of birch leaves
can shake sorrow from my bones,
but that we all become bare at our own pace.

I believe the songs of childhood
follow us into the kettles of age,
but the echoes will not disturb the land.

I believe the reach of the kayak paddle
can part the blue corridor of aloneness,
and that eyes we see in water are never our own.

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Visitors by Joan Naviyuk Kane:

Every door stands an open door:
our human settlements all temporary.

We share together the incidental shore
and teach the young to tend the lamp’s wick,

weary of anyone small enough to bar our entry.

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haiku by Jacquie Pearce

a boy swings a branch swings a boy

A Haiku I Like by Bob Lucky:

summer blues
wisteria high in the branches
of a dying tree

A Haiku I Like by Ann K. Schwader in The Heron’s Nest:

in this uncertain world dandelions

A Poem(?) I Like: Sonic Verbs (68) by Marc Weidenbaum

babble, bawl, bay, blow, bombinate, burble, burr, buzz, cantillate, cheep, chirr, chirrup, churr, clang, coo, crackle, croon, drone, echo, echolocate, fissle, gasp, groan, gurgle, harmonize, hiss, howl, hum, intone, keen, mewl, moan, mumble, murmur, mutter, nasalize, oscillate, psithurate, purr, resound, ring, roar, rumble, rustle, scream, screech, shout, shriek, sibilate, sigh, sign, snore, sough, squall, squeal, susurrate, swish, thrum, thwack, trill, vibrate, wail, whimper, whine, whir, whisper, yell, yelp

When the Airbnb turns out to be filled with poetry books.

Poems 1962-2012 by Louise Glück 📚

A poem I like: A Future Game by Jeffrey Wells-Powers:

I am pleased to announce
Some of the things
That won’t concern me
For the next couple of years:

A poem I like: sonnet no. xlviii, 2 by James Maynard

i’m looking forward to this crown

A poem I like: haiku by Renée Owen:

against the currents black crow wind

A poem I like: haiku by Dustin Hackfeld

A twilight of grackles—
the old gate swings
in the autumn wind

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)[https://poets.org/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
Myself.

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?

A poem I like: Mark Truscott : A DESCRIPTION

A concatenation of enactment
and resemblance of and in
language: a room, silence, sound.

A poem I like: Airsoft by A. Van Jordan:

And toy guns masquerade as lethal guns
in a boy’s dreamland where no one dies,

where they simply lie down and play dead,
but they live to play on.
As mysterious as a cat in a box,

a toy gun in a Black boy’s pocket,
the gun neither dead nor alive,
unless offered a chance to empty

his pocket to solve the paradox
of what a day might hold.

had a hard time narrowing down the excerpt, sorry if it “ruins” “the end”

A poem I like: Foxglove Country by Zaffar Kunial

Alone it becomes a small tangle,
a witch’s thimble, hard-to-toll bell,
elvish door to a door. Xgl

we claim ownership
with lines drawn
in invisible ink

siren song of
a neighborhood emergency
moths to a flame