Morning Coffee #18

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. The Soul BY KATIE FORD It disappeared. It reappearedas chimney smoke that burnt through carcassesof swallows stilled,and that it portrayed no willwas why I followed that smokewith this pair of eyes. It was that it didn’t needor require my beliefthat I leant upon it as a tired workerupon a gate. Source: Poetry (November […]

Morning Coffee # 16

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Duty Natasha Trethewey When he tells the story nowhe’s at the center of it, everyone else in the housefalling into the backdrop— my mother, grandmother,an uncle, all dead now—props in our story: father and daughtercaught in memory’s half-light. I’m too young to recall it,so his story […]

Morning Coffee # 15

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. The Blue Terrance BY TERRANCE HAYES If you subtract the minor losses,you can return to your childhood too:the blackboard chalked with crosses,the math teacher’s toe ring. Youcan be the black boy not even the buck-toothed girls took a liking to:this match box, these bones in their funkmachine, […]

Morning Coffee # 13

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Kai Carlson-Wee Thresher There has to be a tree. There has to be a sky. There has to be a chicken-hawk skating the dust rising out of a thresher. A ploughboy walking with a turtle in the head-high corn. There has to be a pool with a swirly slide entering the […]

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