Category: Poetry

Featured Poem: August

August by Lizette Woodworth Reese No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. On either side, smitten as with a spell Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush. But ’long the orchard fence and at the gate, Thrusting their saffron torches through the hush, Wild … Read More Featured Poem: August


Featured Poem: Abandoned Homestead in Watauga County

By Ron Rash All that once was is this, shattered glass, a rot of tin and wood, the hum of limp-legged wasps that ascend like mote swirls in the heatlight. Out front a cherry tree buckles in fruit, harvested by yellow jackets and starlings, the wind, the rain, and the sun. via

Featured Poem: The New Colossus

In celebration of the 4th of July, a poem about America: By Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild … Read More Featured Poem: The New Colossus


Featured Poem: Crosscurrent

By M.L. Smoker The first harvest of wheat in flatlands along the Milk startled me into thoughts of you and this place we both remember and also forget as home. Maybe it was the familiarity or maybe it was my own need to ask if you have ever regretted leaving. What bends, what gives? And have you ever missed this wind?—it has now grown … Read More Featured Poem: Crosscurrent

Stranger Things Adapted For Fiction and Other Bookish News

Enjoying this new series? I’ll be back next week with the latest rumblings in the literary world! * Love the Netflix show Stranger Things? There’s a few books based on the hit show headed your way this fall. Check it out here. * NPR reported that in the last half a decade, the number of U.S. adults who are reading poetry has nearly doubled. … Read More Stranger Things Adapted For Fiction and Other Bookish News

Featured Poem: Losses

By Wesley McNair It must be difficult for God, listening to our voices come up through his floor of cloud to tell Him what’s been taken away: Lord, I’ve lost my dog, my period, my hair, all my money. What can He say, given we’re so incomplete we can’t stop being surprised by our condition, while He is completeness itself? Or is God more … Read More Featured Poem: Losses

Featured Poem: Culture and the Universe

By Simon J. Ortiz Two nights ago in the canyon darkness, only the half-moon and stars, only mere men. Prayer, faith, love, existence.                        We are measured by vastness beyond ourselves. Dark is light. Stone is rising. I don’t know if humankind understands culture: the act of being human is not easy knowledge. With painted wooden sticks and feathers, we journey into the canyon … Read More Featured Poem: Culture and the Universe

Featured Poem: Nothing is Far

By Robert Francis Though I have never caught the word Of God from any calling bird, I hear all that the ancients heard. Though I have seen no deity Enter or leave a twilit tree, I see all that the seers see. A common stone can still reveal Something not stone, not seen, yet real. What may a common stone conceal? Nothing is far … Read More Featured Poem: Nothing is Far

Featured Poem: Dawn

By John Gould Irwin Above the east horizon, The great red flower of the dawn Opens slowly, petal by petal; The trees emerge from darkness With ghostly silver leaves, Dew powdered. Now consciousness emerges Reluctantly out of tides of sleep; Finding with cold surprise No strange new thing to match its dreams, But merely the familiar shapes Of bedpost, window-pane, and wall. Within the … Read More Featured Poem: Dawn


Featured Poem: Turning Fifty

By Robert Hedin So this is how it must’ve looked, The gates to the garden Creaking shut, And both of them Standing there in late afternoon light, Looking back, the rain pelting Down hard, the flowers Closing their shutters, The leaves already beginning to fall.   via Narrative Magazine


Featured Poem: Blueprint

By Emma Gorenberg The first skeleton drawn from the earth, they called beautiful. And she was, to their particular vantage—they who knew bleach from ocher, bone from rock from gully. It is three days before I see the limb breaching, femur or humerus I’m unsure, another before I will feel it with an outstretched hand, another and I will push some of its loamy casing … Read More Featured Poem: Blueprint


Featured Poem: Remember

By Joy Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, … Read More Featured Poem: Remember