Ted Kooser March 08, 2019
It wanted to turn, the stern rocking around to the front, taking the place of the bow, the bow to the stern, port to starboard
Jane Simpson February 22, 2019
The orchid book says to stop watering right before you think it’s enough, which doesn’t help much
Angela Alaimo O'Donnell February 08, 2019
I see them lining up for slaughter,/ Judas at the head of the pack/ grunting his way to survival, while my/ pigs do not stand a chance, doomed creatures/ that they are, and it’s a good thing.
Richard Schiffman January 24, 2019

They blew in fast to the low slung tree hung fat
with beachball-orange fruitlets, a bickering gang of starlings--
little stars-- dining after their own fashion fastidiously,
preferring the mash fermenting on the grasses

Lisa Ampleman January 22, 2019

When the poet Mary Oliver died last week at the age of 83, my social media feeds blossomed into a field of tributes.

Atar Hadari January 11, 2019
eventually the ants fled but Judas came with his rifling hands