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A Poem for You: Interview by Jordan Kapono Nakamura

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Interview Jordan Kapono Nakamura I want this job because it sounds like something I could do and I’m hungry, physically. I have extensive experience in studying what water says as it plummets. Yes, I can carry more than 35lbs, but what does that have to do with anything? I’ve wrestled angelic beings and the nine lives of pathological compulsion. I have sworn an oath against the roman calendar and its derivative mutations. I can be firm as cold turkey. My two letters of recommendation are f and u. They can be used in surf, which is one way to step on [...]

A Poem for You: Interview by Jordan Kapono Nakamuraadmin2024-01-24T10:05:53-05:00

A Poem for You: Remember by Joy Harjo

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Remember 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, and her mother’s, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, [...]

A Poem for You: Remember by Joy Harjoadmin2023-11-27T15:32:16-05:00

A Poem for You: The Mountains, by D’Arcy McNickle

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The Mountains D’Arcy McNickle There is snow, now— A thing of silent creeping— And day is strange half-night . . . And the mountains have gone, softly murmuring something . . . And I remember pale days, Pale as the half-night . . . and as strange and sad. I remember times in this room When but to glance thru an opened window Was to be filled with an ageless crying wonder: The grand slope of the meadows, The green rising of the hills, And then far-away slumbering mountains— Dark, fearful, old— Older than old, rusted, crumbling rock, Those mountains . . . But sometimes came a strange thing And [...]

A Poem for You: The Mountains, by D’Arcy McNickleadmin2023-11-27T11:15:28-05:00

A Poem for You: The Summer Day, by Mary Oliver

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The Summer Day Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean — the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down — who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know [...]

A Poem for You: The Summer Day, by Mary Oliver admin2023-11-27T11:12:52-05:00

A Poem for You: A Man in His Life by Yehuda Amichai

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A Man in His Life Yehuda Amichai A man in his life has no time to have Time for everything. He has no room to have room For every desire. Ecclesiastes was wrong to claim that. A man has to hate and love all at once, With the same eyes to cry and to laugh With the same hands to throw stones And to gather them, Make love in war and war in love. And hate and forgive and remember and forget And order and confuse and eat and digest What long history does In so many years. [...]

A Poem for You: A Man in His Life by Yehuda Amichaiadmin2023-11-09T17:03:28-05:00

A Poem for You: Grow, by Ruth Ellen Kocher

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Grow Ruth Ellen Kocher I have a red onion in a green bowl on my kitchen counter sprouting a green stalk that began as a little green haystack bump, a knobby cyst, really, that broke surface, felt like what I imagine I’m feeling for when I rub my breasts in the shower, my eyes closed as if water is a blindfold allowing me to feel within that dark any small homicide growing within me. I can’t bring myself to use the onion, to gnash its skin, to whack off its hard-on-gooseneck like I’m suddenly death’s scythe, death’s brindled pet, death’s dappled [...]

A Poem for You: Grow, by Ruth Ellen Kocheradmin2023-11-09T16:58:18-05:00

A Poem for You: Chansons Innocentes II, by E.E. Cummings

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Chansons Innocentes II E. E. Cummings hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy witches and tingling goblins hob-a-nob hob-a-nob little hoppy happy toad in tweeds tweeds little itchy mousies with scuttling eyes rustle and run and hidehidehide whisk whisk look out for the old woman with the wart on her nose what she’ll do to yer nobody knows for she knows the devil ooch the devil ouch the devil ach the great green dancing devil devil devil devil wheeEEE

A Poem for You: Chansons Innocentes II, by E.E. Cummingsadmin2023-11-09T16:49:32-05:00

A Poem for You: The Arid Land, by Lynn Riggs

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The Arid Land Lynn Riggs There will be willows plunging Their bloodless roots in air And the hard crooked flying Of buzzards circled there. About the treeless wastes No sand may ever heap With water, nothing will run And nothing creep. Arid, desolate, defiant Under its iron band Of sky, we yet may love This so sunny land.

A Poem for You: The Arid Land, by Lynn Riggsadmin2023-11-09T16:36:29-05:00

A Poem for You: To Mars from Arizona by Alberto Rios

admin2023-09-27T10:17:54-04:00

To Mars from Arizona Alberto Ríos Saturday mornings were science fiction— That is, on that day anything was possible. We didn’t have to go to the movies for that, Though when we did, we were introduced to ourselves More than anything. Ourselves in rockets, Ourselves taking chances, ourselves speaking to the universe. Outside of the movies, we were still in them— Our bikes were our rockets, our submarines, our jets. But mostly, and first, our bikes were our horses In this childhood West, a loyal, red Western Flyer Taking me everywhere, up and down, fast and slow. Only later did I [...]

A Poem for You: To Mars from Arizona by Alberto Riosadmin2023-09-27T10:17:54-04:00

A Poem for You: Places by Willyce Kim

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Places Willyce Kim I dreamed you. I waited 45 years for you to find me. I have nothing to give you But these places I have been. I own no home. I carry my life with me In boxes on my back. Sometimes when you look at me I want to show you Everything. How the stars turn in the night sky over Santa Fe. How snow falls like filigree through a blue moon. How a slice of sweet Hawaiian Mountain apple between your lips calls forth the forest it was plucked from. I want to take you places You have [...]

A Poem for You: Places by Willyce Kimadmin2023-09-11T15:29:30-04:00

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