- I’m done with WATCH shows for the year. No more driving until January!
Anderson, Heart of a Dog
“When L died, our teacher said, Every time you think of her, give something away, or, do something kind. And I said, Then I’d be giving things away non-stop. And he said, So?”
Category Archives: Poetry
“A Letter from the End of Days (Come In. Clean the House. We Have Died.)” by Malachi Black, at Poetry Daily.
… there is nothing else
to help you. There is no one here
Dara Weir’s “in the still of the night” at Poetry Daily.
no crickets, no crickets singing
A trunk holding a suitcase holding a holdall,
The travel equivalent of the turducken…
A word peeked sometimes from the cave mouth
only to shuffle back,
I like poetry that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme, like today’s offering, Rebecca Foust’s “Dream of the Rood.”
Rita Dove’s “Ode to My Right Knee,” verse with a slightly concealed structural constraint.
Wednesday’s poem at Poetry Daily is a killer, “Things That Have Changed Since You Died:”, by Laura Kasischke.
send each other mail without stamps.
Awesome Christmas-themed sestina (sestina, that Rubik’s cube of poetic forms) by Marcy Campbell.