Poems of Today

I’m sure my moans could carry across 4000 miles. More maybe. They go as the crow flies when I think you’re in another woman’s bed. I...

You’re humming through the streets, self-lit. I have to correct strangers who touch your head without asking, as if to bless you or to ta...

Oye! This is an apartment building ode. But not just any ode, an ode about breathing, walking, jumping, running, skipping people. An ode ...

(2022) 5 snow on sliding ice 7 true shoe stories dangling 5 above beyond reach 36 poems dot org (Boulder, CO)

Karen Solie (2020) Left to our use are the fixtures and appliances Repented of by the homeowners Who don't realize this is a way to ...

Terrance Hayes (2019) The black poet would love to say his century began With Hughes or, God forbid, Wheatley, but actually It began wit...

James Tate (1968, Poetry magazine) The blue booby lives on the bare rocks of Galápagos and fears nothing. It is a simple life: they l...