Poetry

Three poems by Gail Wawrzyniak

"An Insomniac’s Prayer," "With Abandon," and "St. Jean de Belleville Wedding Music"

An Insomniac’s Prayer I should have listened when they said it was unlucky to point at the moon and count the stars. But while at the mountain, I was foolish. Too close, I invaded their ...

Dropped

I thought yall cared about me I thought yall were different I defended you, all of you From the mean words other said I tell them how you helped me I tell them how you ...

Auld Lang Syne

A perennial favorite for bringing in the new year

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! Chorus: For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We’ll tak a cup o’ ...

Three Poems by Alfred Nicol

Recipient of 2004 Richard Wilbur Award for his first collection of poetry

A Bother Here’s Rocco now, sprawling across the keys; whatever I may try to write, he’s there in black and white, purring, rolling on his back to bite my fingers if he disagrees, minding my ...

Two Christmas Poems

Native Scene The beasts of Jerusalem will murder him, but in the meantime the beasts of Bethlehem warm him with their breath. — Giovanni Papini Nights are still cold on the starry hillside; Dew still ...

Two sonnets by William Wordsworth

W.W. was instrumental in initiating the Romantic Age in English literature

The Virgin Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied. Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature’s solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter ...

"Bodiless" and "Permanent Address: 1956"

Two poems by Jill Peláez Baumgaertner

Bodiless You leave your signature like the atom whose footprint is its only proof, the pencil’s sharp point indenting the paper next to my poems’ lines. With what voice you have uncovered my concealed intentions, ...

Three poems by Scott T. Starbuck

Co-creative writing coordinator at Mesa College

The Art of Denial If you ignore a thorn in your hand it will go away but first the hand gets infected, swells, turns coal-purple, and sometimes parts must be amputated to save what remains. ...

Three Poems by Thomas Gray

Considered something of a “one-hit wonder”

On the Death of Richard West In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine, And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire; The birds in vain their amorous descant join; Or cheerful fields resume their green ...

Three poems by Stephen Milne

First volume of poems, Moorings, due this year

Bouzincourt The woods are full of the sound of birds and the doors of every village shuttered to the sun. In lingering fields of wheat, white crosses burn: the names of all our dead are ...

Two poems by Annabelle Moseley

2014 Long Island Poet of the Year

Planting at Your Grave It is warm for November and the earth is dry and brittle, starved for flowers. I have to claw at the grass, pull it back by the hair trek back and ...

Win a $25 Gift Card to
The Broken Yolk Cafe

Join our newsletter list

Each newsletter subscription means another chance to win!

Close