Freshwater Drum – Davis McCombs In certain parts of Kentucky’s cave country it is possible to drop a buoyant object in a sinkhole and then retrieve it, often hours later, when it floats up in a bluehole spring. A watermelon, for instance, after having traveled the length some underground stream, emerges chilled to a cool … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Davis McCombs
Anyways – Suzanne Cleary (for David) Anyone born anywhere near my home town says it this way, with an s on the end: “The lake is cold but I swim in it anyways,” “Kielbasa gives me heartburn but I eat it anyways,” “(She/he) treats me bad, but I love (her/him) anyways.” Even after we have … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Suzanne Cleary
When I Met My Muse, by William Stafford I glanced at her and took my glasses off–they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that nails up there took a new grip … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by William Stafford
Needle and Thread – Dorianne Laux It was the sixties, and embroidery was back in, and if you had jeans torn at the knee, an old denim jacket, a plain white shirt or a cloth handbag, I might ask you what you liked then spend hours alone in my room with your favorite colors, woven … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Dorianne Laux
Yellow will make me stand out, he thought. Still, though: “No.” Blue Man Group reject. Continue reading Haiku, 1 July
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