Alley in Winter – Mike White Let the work of art be beautiful as the fire escape is beautiful dazzled in ice after the fire — For more information on Mike White, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/mike-white — My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/pages/Alison-McGhee/119862491361265?ref=ts Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mike White
Waving Goodbye – Wesley McNair Why, when we say goodbye at the end of an evening, do we deny we are saying it at all, as in We’ll be seeing you, or I’ll call, or Stop in, somebody’s always at home? Meanwhile, our friends, telling us the same things, go on disappearing beyond the porch … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Wesley McNair
Soybeans – Thomas Allan Ore The October air was warm and musky, blowing Over brown fields, heavy with the fragrance Of freshly combined beans, the breath of harvest. He was pulling a truckload onto the scales At the elevator near the rail siding north of town When a big Cadillac drove up. A man stepped … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Thomas Allan Ore
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