Poems

The Drums of Nikai by Salima Rivera

Vibrant and throbbingthe beat of his drumsparrots the rhythmof his vibrating heart.The sheen of fine sweaton his face and his handsreflect back a lightin the glow of the sun.A tropical...

Days by Philip Larkin

What are days for?Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over.They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days?Ah, solving that...

Forever, It Appears by Isabel Galleymore

I wake and find it’s day again.It happens every time.It makes no difference if I crushthe day between my hands—or wring or drop or squish the dayas if it were...

Contradictions by Salima Rivera

I am a contradiction;a quiet woman listening to the breathingof her children as they sleep.I scream and yell at them when awake.I’m proud of the knowledgeI’ve gained through the years;ashamed...

“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dick...

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the...

And That Language by Lawrence Joseph

And that language that parts the future from the past the poet slips into, two people the same pulse the sounds around the poem—was it September?— saxophone and mandolin sounds...