For more dreams, from Lillian, Fred, a chapbook from BOAAT Press. It can be found here: http://www.boaatpress.com/pdf/.
from XX / by Alison Strub
Fred says my dream about the one time I had a clock and then it broke means I am going to accomplish something great today.
For mice, from Dress Made of Mice.
from Hidden Dolls House / by Sarah Messer
the mother cried, Help me lift this kettle
off the fire, daughter, and the hired
man ran for water.
PIA: from April 10, 2016.
For Day 10 of National Poetry Month, from a local, valley poet, and from american poets: The Journal of the Academy of American Poets, Spring-Summer 2016, and from The Darkening Trapeze.
from Ghazal / by Larry Levis
I remember how
My old psychiatrist would pinch his nose between
A thumb and forefinger, look up at me & sigh.
PIA: from a May 17th.
For basalt eggs and swans’ feet, from North.
from The Grauballe Man / by Seamus Heaney
As if he had been poured
in tar, he lies
on a pillow of turf
and seems to weep
For a poet with the same last name (maiden name) from Shadowinnower.
from Spectral Sandtrees / by Agueda Pizarro, translated by Barbara Stoler Miller (with the poet)
Farshore,
I know
that your feet
like mine
grow
spectral sandtrees
while you run
PIA: from May 21, 2106.
For 10K’s on the beach and the hopes that we will fly like fleas, and for Mr. Knox, and Dad, from Fox in Socks.
from Fox in Socks / by Dr. Seuss
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
PIA: from June 27, 2016.
For those unexpected visitors, forest animals and rhymes when you least expect them, from The Best of It.
from Deer / by Kay Ryan
To lure a single swivel ear,
one tentative twig of a leg,
or a nervous tail here,
is to mark this place
as the emperor’s park,
rife, I say rife, with deer.
For mice and mice oracles, from Dress Made of Mice.
from Interrogation of the Room’s Unseen Presence / by Sarah Messer
Has this miracle had any effect? If your soul is lost, how long will it be lost? As you gazed, who stood beside you?
PIA: from July 26, 2014.
This one’s from Poetry magazine, May 2012. More here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rae-armantrout
from And / by Rae Armantrout b. 1947
the sour grass flower;
the yellow moth.
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