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    • Poem of the Day
      By Elaine Equi
      We have almost nothing left,
      no ground in common.

      At best, a brand
      or maybe a miniseries.

      No campfire to gather around.
      The big stories—peckish news

      gets told in tweets,
      gets old so quickly.

      In place of one place
      a billion tiny customized versions

      appear targeted specifically
      to your tastes.

      You see...

    • Audio
      From Audio Poem of the Day January 2024

      By Karen Leona Anderson

    • poem
      By Miroslav Holub
      You take a kitchen-mallet
      and a knife
      and hit
      the right spot, so it doesn’t jerk, for
      jerking means only complications and reduces profit.

      And the watchers already narrow their eyes, already admire the   
                  dexterity,
      already reach for their purses. And paper is ready
      for wrapping it up....

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From the Poetry Magazine Archive

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Instant before Sleep

      By May Miller
      A golden wheel
      Pivoted to the core of consciousness;
      And I the potter before a plastic mass
      That swells beyond the hand

    • poem

      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Reading Celan in a Subway Station

      By Carolina Ebeid
      I can’t say whether the other commuters stand arrested
              by this music––the accordion player
      near the vendor’s hutch––but it comes toward me, world–
              sorrow drafting through the hyaline

    • poem

      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Of Light

      By Agha Shahid Ali
      At dawn you leave. The river wears its skin of light.
      And I trace love’s loss to the origin of light.

      “I swallow down the goodbyes I won’t get to use.”
      At grief’s speed she waves from palanquin of light.

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