Jun 15, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Posts, Writing
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that...
Jun 6, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Writing
Bumblebees Are Made of Ash Martha Silano (@marthasilano in Thrush Literary Journal) The day is a dragonfly hovering in the Timothy. It could rain for months before the sun goes down. An orange buoy bobs while a sparrow sings through a wall. The world smells of cedar,...
May 28, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Posts, Writing
Last spring, I had the pleasure of spending an evening with Charif Shanahan at the AWP conference, when we were both invited readers for a reading sponsored by our publishers. I’m excited that his poem Ligament appeared in The New York Times Magazine in the...
May 7, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Posts
Maria Hummel’s book House And Fire was the winner of the APR/Honickman First Book Prize, 2013. “Station” is a pantoum, a Malay verse form, imitated in French and English, consisting of quotations. by Maria Hummel Days you are sick, we get dressed...
Apr 28, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Posts, Writing
To celebrate Arbor Day 2018 I’m celebrating Arbor Day by posting a poem about trees. The Trees by Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they...
Apr 17, 2018 | Current, Poetry, Posts
by Alberto Ríos The library is dangerous— Don’t go in. If you do You know what will happen. It’s like a pet store or a bakery— Every single time you’ll come out of there Holding something in your arms. Those novels with their big eyes. And those no-nonsense, all...
