Poem-a-Day

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I started posting poems on my website years ago, with the intention of sharing a poem every day. Over the years, ‘Poem-a-Day’ became more like ‘Poem-a-Month,” sometimes ‘Poem-a-Fortnight.’ I can’t vouch for the quality of the poems, but I’ll try to post one every day, and hope to…
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That man there Carrying all those roses I assume They’re for his wife Though maybe He lives alone And wanted something Beautiful to glance At from time…
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The bus driver carrying Your luggage for the transfer. The mason jar on the kitchen table, Filled with reading glasses, Their lenses smudged and…
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There was to be an eclipse, though how whoever knew this knew this no one knew. Despite the unlikelihood that the sun would just up and disappear, their…
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The water towers That stand at the edge Of every town, that’s where The grief-water is stored. Sixty-four ounces A day is recommended. The water flows…
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September is when you start to see them — signs for corn mazes, each advertised as being the world’s largest. The purpose of such places is to separate…
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He has her Pull the car off The coast road Glitter of piss On poison oak He pictures Its itchiness climbing The amber parabola He lobs disdainfully Into…
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The hoarfrost traces the trees Like a boy on his knees Tracing a picture in a book. When he asks his father to look He sighs and puts on his glasses…
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