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 […]

Morning Coffee #12

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Inside Out BY DIANE WAKOSKI I walk the purple carpet into your eyecarrying the silver butter serverbut a truck rumbles by,                      leaving its black tire prints on my footand old images          the sound of banging screen doors on hot             afternoons and a fly buzzing over the Kool-Aid […]

Morning Coffee #11

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. A Poem for the Cruel Majority BY JEROME ROTHENBERG The cruel majority emerges! Hail to the cruel majority! They will punish the poor for being poor.They will punish the dead for having died. Nothing can make the dark turn into lightfor the cruel majority.Nothing can make them […]

Morning Coffee #10

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Beginning BY JAMES WRIGHT The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   The dark wheat listens.Be still.Now.There they are, the moon’s young, tryingTheir wings.Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadowOf her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is goneWholly, […]

Morning Coffee #9

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. The Apple Tree Wendell Berry In the essential proseof things, the apple treestands up, emphaticamong the accidentsof the afternoon, solvent,not to be denied.The grass has been cutdown, carefullyto leave the orangepoppies still in bloom;the tree stands upin the odor of the grassdrying. The forkedtrunk and branches […]

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