Poetry
by Abe Louise Young.
“Your left hand is a dead fish, your left leg a sunken anchor, your / left eye a black mussel…”
by Jonathan Stillerman.
“Thank goodness every so often /
a monument closes down / for renovation…”
by Julia Alvarez.
“My mother used to say that she’d end up / at Bellevue if we didn’t all behave.”
by Ted Kooser.
“I’ve given away the black Samsonite suitcase / that for thirty-five years enfolded my suits / like a wallet…”
by Stephanie Choy.
“Dey discovered it in dird grade / whenever we practiced counting / money, candy, or people / I kept saying dirty, dirty…”
by Sharon Olds.
“When I call my mother on Mothers Day/
I thank her again for making me, and for /lamb chops, for smocked dresses, for Buster Brown…”
by Nikki Moustaki.
“Writing poems on antidepressants /
is hard. You can appreciate the difficulty /
by reading the previous two lines.”
by John Stone.
“This is the house of Anopheles /
in the city of malaria / that infects 500 million souls a year…”
by Renée K. Nicholson.
“They say the sharks came early /
and stayed late, unwanted houseguests…”