There must be better ways than saying “no”

Three poems by Rachel Hadas

Dawns Each dawn is an amazement. From the subterranean corridors of night, my slippery crags and sucking mudslides, desperate scrambles, floundering through snow, wallowing waist-deep through murky waters. Your maze of unlit streets, criss-crossing freeways, ...

Financial Advice to Poets

Plus three more by Joseph S. Salemi

Military Funeral The muffled roll of drums, the folded flag; Three volleys from bolt-actions, sharp and crisp; The clink of cartridge casings, and a wisp Of bluish smoke. Then Taps begins its drag Of lengthened ...

May, a parody of real Spring

Two poems by James Russell Lowell

Under the Willows May is a pious fraud of the almanac. A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind; Or if, o’er-confident, she trust the date, And, with ...

Let the cow mow the grass

Three poems by Frederick Turner

The Peace Treaty My neighbor’s cow has got across The green creek down below, She’s on my island, eating grass That I had planned to mow. And so I sit and watch her graze, And ...

Finish! And find a job. And pay the landlord.

Three poems by Maryann Corbett

The Resistance Their backs bent double and their heads kept low, the seedling maples infiltrate the row. A tyrant with a keen idea of order, I slaughter the insurgents at the border, scuffle and slash ...

The rain is raining all around

Three poems about the seasons by Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God of the Spring FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold, grey-headed; and still to my Heart, Spring ...

A call for sonnets

When in the spring fair April shows her face

We present the five winning entries (in alphabetical order) of our sonnet contest in honor of the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death (April 23, 1616). Eulogy for Broadway (Downtown San Diego) By Georges Alvina ...

The jet just wants to be invited for tea

Three poems by Katie Manning

Flight Path I wake to the suctioning shriek of a plane flying low overhead and imagine the jet just wants to be invited for tea. This plane is sick of mindless movement. It screams for ...

Three poems by Pianta

“Air,” “Ethnobotany,” and “The Well We Drink From”

Air sharks skirt you as you hold the line the eagle rays take conchs into their mouths consuming their flesh as bits of shell drift empty to the ocean floor the barracudas crosshatch themselves above ...

From the “General Prologue” to The Canterbury Tales

Rhyme and verse from the Father of English literature

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his ...

Four poems by Kalpna Singh-Chtinis

“A Pale Monday Morning I and II” and “Jungle I and IV”

A Pale Monday Morning - I I went to sleep late last night, and woke up early this morning. A very kind note to a friend wasn’t kind enough! I woke up feeling sad and ...

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