For maps, from Crab Orchard Review, Summer / Fall 2014.
from Map Making / by John Glowney
Geography is blue mostly. Serene sheet,
azure mirror
Month: September 2014
DPF / Fairchild
For basketball, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Old Men Playing Basketball / by B.H. Fairchild b. 1942
A glass wand
of autumn light breaks over the backboard.
DPF / Cooley
For beauty sleep, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The History of Poetry / by Peter Cooley
Centuries yawned and fell back, stuporous,
eons stretched out
DPF / Gervitz
For mothers and grandmothers, from Mouth to Mouth, Poems by Twelve Contemporary Mexican Women.
from Shajarit / by Gloria Gervitz b. 1943
In the migrations of red carnations, where the songs of the long-billed birds
break and the apples rot, before the disaster
DPF / Holmes
For Emily, from The Ms of M y Kin, a book of erasures made from The Poems of Emily Dickinson. More by Holmes here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2007/01/journal-day-three-24/?woo
from 1861.7 (217-223) / by Janet Holmes
somebody bring the light
So
DPF / Murphy
For moths, from the University of Florida journal, subtropics, Winter/Spring 2011.
from Dear Winged / by Erin Murphy
Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells.
DPF / Zucker
For Earth, from american poets, The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2014. More about the poet here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rachel-zucker#poet
from Wish You Were Here You Are / by Rachel Zucker b. 1971
he’s 11 & in between 2 kinds of time on the verge
of worlds
DPF / Jenkins
For fabulous football, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/
from Football / by Louis Jenkins b. 1942
I understand that this is a world where anything is possible
DPF / Hakanson
From the current Tinderbox Poetry Journal, 9/22/14. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.tinderboxpoetry.com/
from Places I Have Seen Ghosts / by Kristina Hakanson
My grandmother’s soft underarms embarrassed her, so she stopped wearing pretty sleeveless shirts.
DPF / Hauge
For one idea of Heaven, from a Norwegian poet. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/181328
from Barley Fields / by Olav H. Hauge (1908–1994) translated by Robert Bly
But it’s the barley field I see.
A golden ocean of barley.
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