DPF / Mark

For every day is a good day for Ms. Mark, from Tsim Tsum.
from The Disasters / by Sabrina Orah Mark

Beatrice decided it was time to commodify her disasters. She spread each one out on the floor and studied them. Some would open. Some would not. Outside, the humans sailed past each other like thin discarded boats.

DPF / Robertson

For this day just keeps going and returning, which, as they say, and depending, is better than the alternative, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Monday / by Lisa Robertson

What we praise we believe, we fully believe. Very fine. Belief thin and pure and clear to the title. Very beautiful. Belief lovely and elegant and fair for the footing. Very brisk. Belief lively and quick and strong by the bursting. Very bright.

DPF / Woodson

For Super Bowl LI Sunday, from another Ohioan, and from poetryfoundation.org.

from football dreams / by Jacqueline Woodson

No one was faster
than my father on the football field.

DPF / Hope

For memory and the love of dolls, from The Doll Collection, edited by Diane Lockward.

from Carriage / by Akua Lezli Hope

I had my own baby carriage
for my baby dolls to ride in
a fine, four-wheel thing
with padded handlebar and springs
mattress and folding canopy

DPF / Tate

For sometimes Tate is the only answer, from Selected Poems.

from Conjuring Roethke / by James Tate

Hello again mad turnip.
Let’s tango together
down to the clear
glad river.

 

DPF / Mark

For the world’s oldest animal is watching, from Tsim Tsum.

from The Oldest Animal Writes a Letter Home / by Sabrina Orah Mark

You did no me once, didn’t you? Please send byrds.

DPF / Collins

For watching oneself barrel through life and wanting to choose to be the self who goes back for the book, from Picnic, Lightning.

from I Go Back to the House for a Book / by Billy Collins

another me that did not bother
to go back to the house for a book
heads out on his own,
rolls down the driveway,
and swings left toward town

DPF / Collins

For rising to the occasion, which is hopefully what will happen on this day, from Picnic, Lightning.

from What I Learned Today / by Billy Collins

I had never heard of John Bernard Flannagan,
American sculptor,
until I found him on page 961
of the single-volume encyclopedia I am reading
at the rate of one page each day.

DPF / Disch

For weather, from an Iowan’s poem, from poetryfoundation.org. Our weather page here in the valley scheduled rain for every day this week; in our time of drought, anything from the sky met mostly ecstatic umbrellas this week.

from Ode to a Blizzard / by Tom Disch

Winning the same argument year
After year by making the opposition
Disappear!

DPF / Shapiro

For the love of vowels, from Poetry, January 2017.

from An Owl (in Memory of Gil) / by David Shapiro

Owl small be enough
The child for all his feathers was a cold.
Oh wow the owl.