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…