Jim Harrison
Am I as old as I am?
Maybe not. Time is a mystery
that can tip us upside down.
Yesterday I was seven in the woods
from the book
Jim Harrison: The Essential Poems /
Copper Canyon Press
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- October 20, 2019
Patty Seyburn
If there is an anteroom
between here and an afterlife,
there paces my mother, not renowned
for her patience
- October 19, 2019
Gregory Stapp
Love will be activated when birch tree (A)
grows to a height where, when leaf (B)
releases in fall and wafts down to porch (C),
crow (D) is inspired to caw and to take the leaf
in beak (E) back to nest (F) where the leaf ages
and withers into heart's shape (G)
- October 18, 2019
Chessy Normile
You proceeded to play the most terrible music.
Love hath made me stupid.
- October 17, 2019
Gabriel Chávez Casazola (translated from the Spanish by Morgan Harden)
Today the axis of the world has moved ten centimeters
to the left or right who knows
but tonight the poets wander unsettled
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