One more poem for April, a poem that I wrote during the year I spent in Dublin:

Midnight on a Bridge Over the LiffeyHeartsick and half-afraid, I stumble over difficult cobblestone ( Read more... )

Tonight's poem:

Love Is Not Allby Edna St. Vincent Millay ( Read more... )

Tonight's poem:

Civilization

by Carl Phillips

There's an art
   to everything. How
the rain means
   April and an ongoingness like
   that of song until at last

it ends. A centuries-old
   set of silver handbells that
once an altar boy swung,
   processing...You're the same
   wilderness you've always

been, slashing through briars,

the bracken
of your ( Read more... )

One of my absolute favourites:

Reality Organizationby Albert Goldbarth ( Read more... )

The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dogby Robert Bly ( Read more... )

Read Meby Ophelia Dimalanta ( Read more... )

One Artby Elizabeth Bishop ( Read more... )

Tonight's poem is by me:

GravityNewton had falling apples ( Read more... )

Apologies if I owe you an email or comment - every time I've got online the last few days, I've been exhausted and not up to much. Will try to catch up tomorrow.

Objects Contain the Possibility of All SituationsH.L. Hix ( Read more... )

Tonight, since I'm somewhat tipsy, here's another poem by Dennis Lee:

William Lyon McKenzie King

William Lyon McKenzie King
Sat in the middle and played with string
He loved his mother like anythingWilliam Lyon McKenzie King ( Read more... )