DPF / Snow

For you, who teach every day, whether it’s a matter of pay or not, from Rattle 53, Fall 2016.

from Sestina for Adjuncts / by Rebecca Snow

Enough clothes and books should fit in our car-home; keep
putting the students first. Remember to teach them critical thinking. Fate
holds us by the string, urges us to be a kite, but doesn’t let us go anywhere.

DPF / Shockley

For the week, from poetryfoundation.org. The rest of the poem may be found here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/55670#poem.

from on new year’s eve / by Evie Shockley

       we make midnight a maquette of the year:
frostlight glinting off snow to solemnize
       the vows we offer to ourselves in near
silence: the competition shimmerwise

DPF / Pfingston

For ladybugs, from poetryfoundation.org.

from December / by Roger Pfingston

Flies out of the tree
to try rum cake on a
plate of caroling cherubs.

DPF / Jackson

For some days we need angels more than others, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Angel / by Angela Jackson

              I am

the angel who sweeps air in and out my own

dancing body. 

DPF / Gregg

For the season. This is not my home, but it sounds like a peaceful one, from poetry foundation.org.

from Winter Love / by Linda Gregg

I would like to decorate this silence,   

but my house grows only cleaner 

and more plain. 

DPF / Dove

For a fellow Ohioan, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Testimonial / by Rita Dove

Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn’t had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .

DPF / Fishback

For all those perfecting the skill of perfect packaging for those of us taking the material seriously at this time of year that glimmers on many levels, from poetryfoundation.org.

from A Copywriter’s Christmas / by Margaret Fishback

The Twenty-fifth is imminent
And every known expedient
Designed for making Christmas pay
Is getting swiftly under way

DPF / Graham

For drawing and dreams, from Poetry, December 2016 issue.

from Mother’s Hands Drawing Me / by Jorie Graham

I
dreamt I have to get this dress on, if
I get this dress on I will not die

DPF / Fingston

For cherubs, from poetryfoundattion.org.

from December / by Roger Pfingston

Lodged tight for days
in a corner of the wall,
ladybug can’t resist the tree

DPF / Graham

For our fathers, from Poetry, December 2016.

from The Mask Now / by Jorie Graham

In last week wore red sleepmask over eyes day and night. Would
ride it up onto his forehead for brief intervals, then down, pulled by
hand that still worked. A bit. Sometimes shaking too much so just
cried eyes.