Poem of the day

Trunk Dream

by Ulli McCarthy

                            half bred upon mountain

                                         the

                                hawk walk is wound

                                    by scree

 

                       bottle fed from beak

                    lure of feathers

                           wide wingspan gate

                                     bracken deep

 

                             red flame proof carpet

 

                                    shreds a night world

 

                         the market place pedigree

 

                               grand dragon

                                     leaving the time

                        scale & file

                               rank

                  along car tail beam

                                     o

                                 watts

                               of breath

                       head above city

            spreading broken glass

                                     roar moat

 

                       we slide down peat bunker

 

                                         &

 

                                your hands

 

                           being open

 

                              enter lamb

 

                      hot spring

 

                           smell

 

               dual blade grass

14 July

Lucky Men

by Partaw Naderi

When your star is unseen in this desolate sky,

your despair itself becomes a star.

 

My twin, the steadfast sun, and I

both grasp its far-flung brilliance.

 

             ****

 

In a land where water is locked up

in the very depths of desiccated rocks,

the trees are ashamed of their wizened fruits.

 

The honest orchard is laid waste —

such a bloodied carpet

is spread before the future.

 

             ****

 

Yesterday, leaning on my cane,

I returned from the trees’ cremation.

 

Today, I search the ashes

for my lost, homeless phoenix.

 

Perhaps it was you who shadowed me,

perhaps it was only my shadow.

 

Even though the lucky men in my land

lack stars in the heavens, lack shadows on the earth

 

they welcome any stars

that grace their devastated sky.

 

O, my friend, my only friend,

turn your anguish into constellations!

13 July

Swarm

by Mimi Khalvati

Mimi Khalvati

Image Credit: 
Caroline Forbes
12 July

A made-up / true story

by Sam Winston

11 July

My true love hath my heart and I have his

by Sir Philip Sidney

10 July

Credit Due

by Jason Sam La-Rose

Jacob Sam-La Rose

Image Credit: 
Naomi Woddis
9 July

Flamingo Watching

by Kay Ryan