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Poem of The Day
By Alison C. Rollins
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If you play me then you
Play yourself. That was
All the dead needed
To say. To get the better
Of time, we got better
With time. I left my body
And took on the look
Of a man. I made him
An honest woman.
A diagram of this
Sentence builds a
Structure made from
Wind. Inside of that
House is a box. Inside
The box is the head
Of a…
If you play me then you
Play yourself. That was
All the dead needed
To say. To get the better
Of time, we got better
With time. I left my body
And took on the look
Of a man. I made him
An honest woman.
A diagram of this
Sentence builds a
Structure made from
Wind. Inside of that
House is a box. Inside
The box is the head
Of a…
Poem of The Day
By Louise Glück
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields…
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields…
Poem of The Day
By Melvin Dixon
Vermont leaves under glass,
Your hands working the frame.
Each piece of tree and trail
For an easy …
Your hands working the frame.
Each piece of tree and trail
For an easy …
Poem of The Day
By Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with …
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with …
Poem of The Day
By Tarik Dobbs
I am told the cows
accept new cows on the spot.
What iteration
of events will we live through
at sunrise on Highway Ten?
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