You Are an Angel | Mónika Tóth

The vivacious Caroline Seebohm at Oxford, circa 1961.         Related Stories Attention Internet Editors: Please Credit Your Sources Correctly! [by Stacey Harwood-Lehman]   Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry

All those American citizens With no food No water, On an island Surrounded by Big water Ocean water, Are getting rowdy and unruly. Let the wild winds howl, Let the flooding rains run. The post Ship-Wrecked Scrappers | Gil Hoy appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

In January, Knopf published Gregory Pardlo’s Spectral Evidence. “Spectral evidence” is an actual legal term referring to “witness testimony that the accused person’s spirit or spectral shape appeared to him/her in a dream at the time the accused person’s physical body was at another location.” Huh? Yes, I am serious. And so is Pardlo. This…

Enter this bewildered land animals and people are lonely the tree groans fearing, maybe felled, hills luscious taking cover under rains of wraith, this is a country my dear which has dreams for millions who quiver waiting by the side of a blood- red river, this country my dear I hold broken in lotus palms…

It Is That Below, SomeWhere My Shapelessness Directs InTo Form, Arriveing At The Fringes Of Bent Light To Where Ten Seconds Break, Behind Blood Pulsateing InTo Woven Lineage, As Time Crafts A Fleshless Escape Towards Another Mother’s Tongue, And It Clings With A Senseless Instinct For A Breath Beyond Taste, Fraying The Cords That Suspend……

Fourth grade math, split with fifth graders The aged eagle swooping over the room Resting at his nest on occasion, then up again Back and forth, spreading grey feathers “Sleep with your math books, class Practice your fractions, and then practice more” Last year, the kid won a division contest Now he is confused, one…