Poem of the Week: Elegy for Idle Curiosity, by Lucia Perillo

ELEGY FOR IDLE CURIOSITY by Lucia Perillo     I used to ask aloud such things as: why is the moon round, buffed only by the chamois cloth of space? But now I hold my tongue, or else people start to tap apparatus they’ve strapped to their hips as if they were knights.  They areContinue reading “Poem of the Week: Elegy for Idle Curiosity, by Lucia Perillo”

Poem of the week: “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” By Bob Dylan

Johnny’s in the basement, mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off Says he’s got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off Look out kid, it’s somethin’ you did God knows when, but you’re doin’ it again You betterContinue reading “Poem of the week: “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” By Bob Dylan”

Poem of the Week: “Abecedarian Requiring Further Examination of Anglikan Seraphym Subjugation of a Wild Indian Rezervation,”by Natalie Diaz

Angels don’t come to the reservation. Bats, maybe, or owls, boxy mottled things. Coyotes, too. They all mean the same thing— death. And death eats angels, I guess, because I haven’t seen an angel fly through this valley ever. Gabriel? Never heard of him. Know a guy named Gabe though— he came through here oneContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Abecedarian Requiring Further Examination of Anglikan Seraphym Subjugation of a Wild Indian Rezervation,”by Natalie Diaz”

Poem of the Week: “Slowly,” by Denise Levertov

Slowly ~Denise Levertov   Spirit has been alone of late. Built a house of fallen leaves among exposed tree-roots. Plans dreamily to fetch water   from a stone well. Sleeps hungrily. Waking, is mute, listening. Spirit doesn’t know what the sound will be, song or cry. Perhaps   one word. Holds at heart a redContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Slowly,” by Denise Levertov”