Poetry
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…”
by Lila Dlaboha.
“You didn’t come to bed until morning /
You opened and closed doors all night /
while I slept in the ambient soot…”
by Elizabeth Biller Chapman.
“The old man/ plies his trade, his wages earned: a clean boat. / Is labor prayer?”
by Colleen McKee.
“As I walked to Lake Divine, I remembered I’d forgotten / To fill my pockets with rocks. I’m the type who forgets…”