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Poem of The Day
By Emma Trelles
Little witches, she calls them, appearing on the lawn in a snap, thumbelina morada at our feet and spiked crown atop a yellowing heart. I don’t remember what we talked about that visit, just the scurry of minutes with their many legs and the cauldron of sun and the memory of another house, where we had both lived a long time ago…
Poem of The Day
By Darrel Alejandro Holnes
This love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…
Poem
By Serena Alagappan
This morning, the wind whipped the trees
so hard one sycamore head snapped,
its leaves strewn on my neighbor’s roof
like hair goes missing in my rug.
Home pride’s got me hoovering my
floors twice a day. I’m desperate
to banish what wants to stay.
At lunchtime, I watched videos
of famous writers critiquing
the terms of questions…
so hard one sycamore head snapped,
its leaves strewn on my neighbor’s roof
like hair goes missing in my rug.
Home pride’s got me hoovering my
floors twice a day. I’m desperate
to banish what wants to stay.
At lunchtime, I watched videos
of famous writers critiquing
the terms of questions…
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