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 […]

Afternoon Tea #8 – Silly Poem Addition

Where the author smugly shares his random thought of the day Nathan Harrell Sublime Boredom Birds fly between the windowed beams. Sublime bangs out a beat about the reef. Pale horse of email Death reins down on me. Boredom makes one hyper sensitive to light and life. All of the DJ’s surely have taken a […]

Shameless Poetry Hour #3

Where the author shamelessly plugs his Poetry. Morning’s Choir – Nathan Harrell Dawn comes slowly, stumbling in like a shoeless wino. I sit by a quiet fire, made quieter by the soft misty fog settling in like a whisper around me. I can hear my oldest son snoring in our tent nearby, his heavy breathing […]

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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