#todayspoem

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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styrofoam snow
dusting the puddle

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from Mitch Horowitz

What if you’re praying to the wrong god?

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train whistle quack
clouds curled like dragon whiskers
racing down

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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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became death, destroyer of worlds
just bird tools
for kickin' up bugs

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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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slab of glued sand
in sun cracked parking lot
neon lit night

doors sliding open, closed
for circling bat

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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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feed:
because that’s what you do to it
attention vampire

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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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azalea blooms: brown
clinging
to the branches

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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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tattered clouds
glowing
racing
across full moon face
silent night

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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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deer head in a storm drain

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haiku by ant ant ant ant ant

twilight it might catch on fire

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cold rock
hanging in blue vacuum
above bundled wooden sticks

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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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r. hole filled with lightning
a. tar ridden
i. whitewater runoff
n. pothole weather

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Skin of Dreams (for Helen) by Kate Siklosi

in the lost edges of waking a sink runs in the next room the spine of sleep bends into soft corals, a tide of lichen&10;buried in squares of light dawn unfurls its gills shedding hours as birches losing a forest that wasn't there&10;unfathoming a neon moon the colour of forgetting water safely unmoving we as frozen forms, marvelous&10;the rivers are worth saving, you said and so we did, sip after sip

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snakeskin shoulder line
worn, flattened
empty toothpaste tube

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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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last year’s whistle
cutting
through first new morning

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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.