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Today’s poem: “Hospital Writing Workshop” by Rafael Campo.
 
"Arriving late, my clinic having runpast 6 again, I realize I don’thave cancer, don’t have HIV, like them,these students who are patients, who I leadin writing exercises, reading poems.”

Today’s poem: “Hospital Writing Workshop” by Rafael Campo.

"Arriving late, my clinic having run
past 6 again, I realize I don’t
have cancer, don’t have HIV, like them,
these students who are patients, who I lead
in writing exercises, reading poems.”

Today’s poem: “Ephemeral Stream” by Elizabeth Willis.

"This is the way water thinks about the desert.The way the thought of water gives you something to stumble on. A ghost river.”


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Today’s poem: “Ephemeral Stream” by Elizabeth Willis.

"This is the way water 
thinks about the desert.
The way the thought of water 
gives you something 
to stumble on. A ghost river.”

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Today’s poem is all about the new year: “New years’ morning” by Carl Adamshick 
A low, quiet music is playing—distorted trumpet, torn bass line,white windows. My palmsare two speakers the sizeof pool-hall coasters.I lay them on the dark tablefor you to repair.

Today’s poem is all about the new year: “New years’ morning” by Carl Adamshick 

A low, quiet music is playing—
distorted trumpet, torn bass line,
white windows. My palms
are two speakers the size
of pool-hall coasters.
I lay them on the dark table
for you to repair.

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Today’s poem: “Tackle Football” by Dan Chiasson.

"Snow up to our waists and coming down still.There was a field here once, when we began.We marked the end zones and set up the goals.”


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Today’s poem: “Tackle Football” by Dan Chiasson.

"Snow up to our waists and coming down still.
There was a field here once, when we began.
We marked the end zones and set up the goals.”

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Today’s poem: “Manifest Destiny” by Cynthia Lowen. 


"When I took off my skirt-suit I felt like my mother, or myselfdone pretendingto be my mother.”

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Today’s poem: “Manifest Destiny” by Cynthia Lowen. 

"When I took off my skirt-suit I felt like my mother, or myself
done pretending
to be my mother.”

Read more & subscribe!

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