[halogen2]

I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING / THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE - Michael Gray Bulla

[geryone]

Good Girl and Other Yearnings, Isabelle Correa

[geryone]

Goatsong, Leila Chatti

[brightdeadthing]

Come. And Be My Baby, Maya Angelou

[apoemaday]

Baked Goods

By Aimee Nezhukumatathil Flour on the floor makes my sandals slip and I tumble into your arms.

Too hot to bake this morning but blueberries begged me to fold them

into moist muffins. Sticks of rhubarb plotted a whole pie. The windows

are blown open and a thickfruit tang sneaks through the wire screen

and into the home of the scowly lady who lives next door. Yesterday, a man

in the city was rescued from his apartment which was filled with a thousand rats.

Something about being angry because his pet python refused to eat. He let the bloom

of fur rise, rise over the little gnarly blue rug, over the coffee table, the kitchen countertops

and pip through each cabinet, snip at the stumpy bags of sugar,

the cylinders of salt. Our kitchen is a riot of pots, wooden spoons, melted butter.

So be it. Maybe all this baking will quiet the angry voices next door, if only

for a brief whiff. I want our summers

to always be like this — a kitchen wrecked with love, a table overflowing with baked goods warming the already warm air. After all the pots

are stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters wiped clean — let us never be rescued from this mess.

[geopsych]

A love poem, to all of the beautiful and wondrous things of the world.

My heart, too, is always standing on its tripod, ready for the next arrow.

[exitwound]

diane seuss, cowpunk

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

Grief by Louise Erdrich

Sometimes you have to take your own hand as though you were a lost child and bring yourself stumbling home over twisted ice.

Whiteness drifts over your house. A page of warm light falls steady from the open door.

Here is your bed, folded open. Lie down, lie down, let the blue snow cover you.

[lunchboxpoems]

AIMEE WAI

[placeofhonour]

Ella Frears

[havingapoemwithyou]

if life is as short as our ancestors insist it is, why isn’t everything i want already at my feet by Hanif Abdurraqib

[indolent-suggestion]

marginalia

[indolent-suggestion]

mary karr in sinner’s welcome

[havingapoemwithyou]

if life is as short as our ancestors insist it is, why isn’t everything i want already at my feet by Hanif Abdurraqib

[enki2]

[butchkaramazov]

[soracities]

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !

[soracities]

"anything worth doing is worth doing badly"............."not failing as he fell but just coming to the end of his triumph"......goodnight (it's noon)

[indolent-suggestion]

think that finally, finally dogfish makes sense