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Monday Poems

  • by Katrina RobertsA tower of bales suddenly aflame in Yakima makesnews. Not dry enough, a static flash, indeterminatecause, though vast lost. Next day,…
  • by Jim HarrisonRumi advised me to keep my spiritup in the branches of a tree and not peekout too far, so I keep mine in the very tallwillows along the…
  • No longer will I swallow hard boiledinstructions. No longer smile atpeople I’d like to bite.Today I am free.Today I am Mick Jagger’s lips.Today I am…
  • Now that wet street smellevening rush hour,and I have a flat tire.This morninga dead dog in the ditcha black roamer who would come inand leave our yard…
  • I was relief, once, for a doctor on vacationand got a call from a man on a window sill.This was New York, a dozen stories up.He was going to kill himself,…
  • why print books he saidwho needs books these dayseverything's on the webwell i wouldn't know i saidi still enjoy turning pagesin a chair by the firestill…
  • by Jennifer FinleyWhen you feel like a block of woodwhen you used to be a branch whippingup after a lump of snow slid off you,what are you supposed to…
  • by Bonnie Buckley Maldonado1935The big sleigh pulled easyby the draft horses,Teddy and Baldy,sailed over snow banks,flashing diamondsmarking their…
  • by Dave CaserioMy brother, expecting, thinking, what?That the wind would waft our father's ashesGently out of his hand, convey themAs though a squall of…
  • by Elizabeth CainWhen you can walk a milefrom your front door in Augustand eat wild strawberries,something changesinside.Months later you thrivewhen the…