“How came I to this place of burning stars?”
Category Archive: Archived Poems
“Though they became by vows one flesh / he felt himself a little less”
“We watched the colors break and spread / At what would be our passion’s peak”
“My father sent my mother a photograph from boot camp— / tucked in a corner of her mirror when she put on lipstick”
“Prescribe yourself your favorite medicine, / go home and go to bed for like a week.”
“Somebody built a god near seventh street / beside the freeway in a vacant lot”
“My Baba rokus through her TV apps, / calls up the Royal Shakespeare Company”
“The years have done their thieving, / No time can be retrieved.”
“The harlequins should tumble, for your death / will not defy the odds”
“Time will not fill my teacup, will not come / To me with cucumbers in early spring.”
ERNEST HILBERT
“The wind’s so hard the timber groans. / Bright newborn blossoms blow like snow.”
ISABEL VANDER BLEEK
“I gave up alcohol for Lent / And took up cigarettes. / My choice was met with loud dissent, / In vaguely loving threats.”
E. M. KOMISAR
“She found her faith in static broadcast stations, / The grainiest and blurriest were best”
ANA MICHALOWSKY
“When small, she’d wake, hearthside, to cook and clean with courage. / But then the prince arrived: for her a princess carriage.”
AMIT MAJMUDAR
“How does he square his fiddling with rhymes / with such unbearably precarious times”
AMIT MAJMUDAR
“Caterpillars build their bunkers out / of terror.”
SCOTT RAY
“We smelled the smoke before we saw the fire”
JOHN POCH
“Don’t touch it yet. The gun is not a toy. / This isn’t home, or church, or work, or school”
