“Please Return to Molly Goves”
Molly, if you read this poem,
I have your three snapshots.
What a lot of white-shirted redheads
in plaid skirts, red and black,
rioting in the school auditorium,
each...
Photographing Your Salad Turns It into a Ghost
Women who eat nothing but salad aren’t really women but figments of the culture’s collective unconscious. One day one escapes the walls of the...
Crows With Sun
CROWS
a determined
them sometimes
on the branches
of today you left
remain now as
a question
in dark things
WITH SUN
crowd of
companions
stain the brightness
a year since you chose to leave
not quite a...
Pandemic
Some saw a raven with ruptured feathers.
Some smelled the homeless millions pressed
inside a drop of blood. Some felt dark planets
tilting. One planet, covered in...
Capacitance
Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading
breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched
exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints
on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full
of forgotten...
Civilization
October 2017
as in Boston
as what it looks like
when you leave it
taking off
your undercoat
of...
Dear Grace: A Poem from the Department of Justice
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poem) (from next season:
Palimpsest: a manuscript rubbed smooth so it can be used again, with traces of the original showing through.
Dina Hardy created the poem below by...
The Wedding Toppers
A bride and groom, two figurines, topped a wedding cake. After the wedding photographer had backed into the cake to try to get a...
Blue
The moment you fall for someone fully, body, mind and soul, knowing from the start you can’t have them, but letting yourself experience a shameless, all-consuming desire
Horizon
A giant copper moon flares on the lake
in the early dark, and on the car radio, talk.
Talk trying to chew despair. Talk about fear
to...
How to Make a No-Sew Coronavirus Mask From a Poem*
After you've read this poem, place it
on your kitchen table
From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear;
from...