Poems

The Deep Heart’s Core

The Deep Heart’s Core The Deep Heart’s Core

We must stop feeling things in the deep heart’s core. That’s where the lies live. If you would see what’s behind you, close your eyes. Shut your mouth if you want to send people to…

Aug 10, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Michael Robbins

Eppur si muove

Eppur si muove Eppur si muove

Here’s where things get weird: Why is it we care? Why can’t we turn it off? And why’s my mind Like this? Time is time, I tell myself here Where I can breathe, pause and think: time…

Jul 13, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Rowan Ricardo Phillips

November Nocturne

November Nocturne November Nocturne

I looked out over the cool rising night, Its soft froth of lamplights and scrubbed out stars Tumbling out over the blue tub, mind’s sky, Cash-only bars, evening everlasting, Triump…

Jul 13, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Rowan Ricardo Phillips

An Old Story

An Old Story An Old Story

We were made to understand it would be Terrible. Every small want, every niggling urge, Every hate swollen to a kind of epic wind. Livid, the land, and ravaged, like a rageful Drea…

Jun 29, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Tracy K. Smith

The United States Welcomes You

The United States Welcomes You The United States Welcomes You

Why and by whose power were you sent? What do you see that you may wish to steal? Why all this dancing? Why do your dark bodies Drink up the light? What are you demanding That we f…

Jun 29, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Tracy K. Smith

CVS on Fire

CVS on Fire CVS on Fire

The CVS on fire on Fox News and the Fox News truck on fire on Fox News and the quick brown fox of the flames jumping out of the frame are one. And the night advancing behind its ri…

Jun 1, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Michael Robbins

Weeping Cherry

Weeping Cherry Weeping Cherry

On a plateau, with little volcanic mountains, a muddy river, dangerous when the snow melts, a fertile valley, cattle breeders, and a music academy, a tall, handsome, agile people,…

Mar 16, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Henri Cole

Atwood Road

Atwood Road Atwood Road

(in memory, Jonathan Schell) A mile from Slough Pond’s glacial hush, a folded newspaper hat kept your bashed head cool, like the kite you made, three decades ago, from paper and tw…

Mar 9, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Cynthia Zarin

Anyone Who Has Left Love

Anyone Who Has Left Love Anyone Who Has Left Love

Anyone who has left love, who has stepped out of the boat, onto the water, learns what they had not known or wanted to. Anyone who turns their back on love, as if it might not take…

Mar 2, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Sharon Olds

And I Still Speak of It

And I Still Speak of It And I Still Speak of It

I did not see the sky today it does or does not matter why I sat inside & looked away into the north-facing light of what I can’t won’t shouldn’t say a girl I know of wants to…

Feb 23, 2017 / Books & the Arts / Rachel Zucker

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