Poem: If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda

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...
Poem: Bumblebees Are Made of Ash

Poem: Bumblebees Are Made of Ash

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,...
Poem: Ligament

Poem: Ligament

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...
Poem: Station

Poem: Station

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...
Poem: The Trees

Poem: The Trees

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...