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Roald Dahl responds.

March 23, 2015 – 12:31 pm | One Comment

When a 17-year-old boy wrote to legendary author Roald Dahl in 1980 asking for feedback on a short story he’d written, he hardly dared hope he would get a response.
When …

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April 24, 2015 – 8:53 am | No Comment

By W. S. Merwin

with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
standing by the windows looking out
in our directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
taking our feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is

Gandy Dancer

April 23, 2015 – 8:51 am | One Comment

Gandy Dancer
by Dennis Mahagin
Sunday morning, and a train makes the sound
of one that got away.
Heard by a hundred lonely souls in an Idaho town
early Sunday morning a freight train makes …


April 22, 2015 – 6:44 am | One Comment

by Hugh Fox
Radical sirloin and onions, radical Chardonnet
and thrust into deep-sleeping, flowing back into
feudalism after the feuds were over, radicals bowels,
owls, howls of put up them sails and let’s sail
back …

A Colander of Barley

April 21, 2015 – 5:43 am | One Comment

A Colander of Barley
by Tami Haaland
The smell, once water has rinsed it,
is like a field of ripe grain, or the grain held
in a truck, and if you climb the steel …


April 20, 2015 – 8:41 am | One Comment

by Thomas Calvin Miller
I hadn’t really changed my clothes in
I don’t remember when I had last thought to change
all my clothes, you know
here and there one article or another
whenever it …

Cute Little Bunnies

April 19, 2015 – 5:25 am | One Comment

Cute Little Bunnies
by Mike Berger
This poem is about cute
little bunnies.
I’m penning it because editors
hate verse about them. .
I’m challenging editors to
face me down. I hope one will
pick up this poem …

The Charm of 5:30

April 18, 2015 – 5:30 am | One Comment

The Charm of 5:30
by David Berman
It’s too nice a day to read a novel set in England.
We’re within inches of the perfect distance from the sun,
the sky is blueberries and …


April 17, 2015 – 7:28 am | One Comment

by Jay Passer
About magic and the rifle to the ear
Mosquito hawks trained to circumnavigate the cabin
Coughing in code
Upwind the aroma of Swisher Sweet and propane
Train whistle …


April 16, 2015 – 8:02 am | One Comment

By Dr. Mel Waldman
The soul-shattering news alert bit me in the face, cut me up, opened old wounds, and rushed into …


April 15, 2015 – 8:00 am | 2 Comments

by Oscar Smiles
I’ve the process for a clearing
It involves you and succulent rearing
The scorchland wranglers
The best of a love life
The who and when I call them
Is solely crash test superfluous
Can’t …


April 14, 2015 – 7:59 am | 2 Comments

by Ted Kooser
What once was meant to be a statement—
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart—is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity …

A Grandfather

April 13, 2015 – 7:58 am | One Comment

A Grandfather
by Marie Thurmer
We waded in the shallows,
holding his hands, then just
fingertips, as his feet
slowly lifted off the bottom.
The land did not stop
at the waterline, but simply
became unreachable.
His worn face …

On Occasion

April 12, 2015 – 7:47 am | One Comment

On Occasion
by Grace Paley

I forget the names of my friends
and the names of the flowers in

Black Hole

April 11, 2015 – 7:50 am | 2 Comments

the absence of space
By: Halifax
there is a hole
so absent in mass
time cannot escape
the gravity vacuum
we sit existing
on the skin of it
every second slips
into it and is gone
This pit is powerful
but …

The Hove

April 10, 2015 – 7:44 am | One Comment

The Hove
By John Barr
Such as there was in the littleness of that dawn
could not be this. Not, certainly, the hove
of an invasion fleet from Angleterre,
flotilla wrought of shipwright, chandler, armorer
as …

The Coming of Light

April 9, 2015 – 7:42 am | 2 Comments

The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour …


April 8, 2015 – 7:41 am | One Comment

by Ben Macnair
In the painting,
Ted Danson has gone to seed,
And the crowd are doing what crowds tend to do,
Cat-calls, pushing, jostling, jockeying for position,
And if this was on Oliver Postgate …


April 7, 2015 – 7:40 am | No Comment

by Mark Sargent
“Waiting is addictive.” Javier Marías
I don’t have to do
what ten people tell me to,
I’m just sittin’ on a chair by the fire
watchin’ the time slowly expire.
Inventing …


April 6, 2015 – 7:39 am | One Comment

By Tina Chang
On an island, an open road
where an animal has been crushed
by something larger than itself.
It is mangled by four o’clock light, soul
sour-sweet, intestines flattened and raked
by the sun, …

Real Life

April 5, 2015 – 7:37 am | No Comment

Real Life
by Kim Addonizio
Here we walk without wallets,
no keys to anything. The gates
swing open, we move among the
cows, hot hills, at night through wet
foxtails; the kitchen light hums
winged things circle …

It Can’t Be True

April 4, 2015 – 7:37 am | One Comment

It Can’t Be True
by Michael Brownstein
That we belong to one of the last generations
To See an uncontaminated sky
And walk through enough forest
Stretching for hundreds of square miles
Uncharted and completely surrounded …


April 3, 2015 – 7:36 am | No Comment

By Adam Vines
Last summer’s fishing failures dangled from trees:
a Rapala and Jitterbug a stand
of privet paid for, half-ounce jigs with rubber skirts
and jelly worms with wide-gap hooks on ten-pound test
we …

Song of Smoke

April 2, 2015 – 7:34 am | One Comment

Song of Smoke
By Kevin Young
To watch you walk
cross the room in your black
corduroys is to see
civilization start—
the wish-
of your strut is flint
striking rock—the spark
of a length of cord
rubbed till
smoke starts—you …

Plant Some Sweet Peas There, Too

April 1, 2015 – 7:33 am | One Comment

Plant Some Sweet Peas There, Too
by Doug Draime

Bulldoze the green and lush ivy walls.
Tear down the sanctimonious Ivory Towers.
Plow up the campuses and classrooms.

Plant tulips and roses and lilacs and …

From Gray Morning to Grayer Afternoon

March 31, 2015 – 10:01 am | One Comment

From Gray Morning to Grayer Afternoon
by Dan Raphael
Like a sunset reversed 180, sun going the wrong way on its one way boulevard—
you gonna give it a ticket, ask it to …

American Ale, Surrealist Spookaboo, Baby Huey, Ecstatic Cling Abstract Wrap, and Reclining Buddha Nature Sticky Observatory…

March 30, 2015 – 6:05 am | 5 Comments

American Ale, Surrealist Spookaboo, Baby Huey, Ecstatic Cling Abstract Wrap,
and Reclining Buddha Nature Sticky Observatory…
[Saxon High King Wuffa Remix]
i can’t read or write poetry so i throw the bones of …

find your passion

March 29, 2015 – 8:14 am | 3 Comments

find your passion
by Earl Cooley
yes, find your passion
and curb stomp it
until yammering agony
subsides into blessed silence,
the peace of the grave
or choose the security of the slave,
the slave to passion,
philosophy’s wild …


March 27, 2015 – 7:58 am | 2 Comments

by Randall Nicholas
On the haunches of prevarication
spring for what happens
in this morsel of a jungle we call home,
no light but instinct
under its shrugging canopy
a little brownnosing won’t help
bristle our …

Book review of Denouement

March 27, 2015 – 7:53 am | No Comment

by margareta waterman
nine muses books (2015) pp. 215
illustrated by Meg McHutchison and JC Schlechter
review by Casey Bush
In her latest book, “denouement”, poet and priestess, margareta waterman, celebrates her impending departure …

second draft

March 25, 2015 – 7:13 am | 2 Comments

second draft
by Wynn Everett
this is not hillbilly folk singing
he insisted, there is form,
a necessary pattern,
no need for commas
breaking the rhythm
the syntactic unit
subtracts from the world
while removing punctuation
allows for the divine
don’t …

The Juice Bar at the Holocaust

March 24, 2015 – 6:24 am | One Comment

The Juice Bar at the Holocaust
by Bill Shively
The abrupt end to some of the things I’ve
done asleep, or between,
is often not enough
The challenge is
creating in the predawn movement
a herringbone that …