Category: Favorite Poems
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by Chris Watkins Go with me.It’s just as likely as a virgin birth.So let’s live in a world where Josephknew it was a miraclethe whole timeand didn’t have to be convincedby any angels.Let’s say he led the donkey proudlyall the way to Bethlehem.Let’s live in a world—because we can in a poem—where no one said…
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by Helen Meneilly But eventually, you are cross-legged on your ownsofa, in your own little apartment, eatinga piece of cake topped with sugared peachand you’re drenched in the wet orange joy of it. Every time you touch your fingertips to your soft pale belly, you realise: you are living.What a dreamyou could be wishing for…
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by Clementine von Radics I will make jokes at my own expense,be charming as a surprise.I will ask about your new lifeand Be Cool About Itand I will not mention Memphis.Or how your hair feels in my hands.I will not mention the last time I saw you.My mouth, so far from yours, I saidI am…
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If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left.
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Two lovers went to the museum and wandered the rooms. He saw a painting and stood in front of it for too long. It was a few minutes before she realized he had gotten stuck. He was stuck looking at a painting. She stood next to him, looking at his face and then the face…
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by Joy Sullivan I’ve always been haunted by choice. I want the city and the forest.Freedom but also babies. A home and the open highway. I love it when other people choose anything for me—dinner spots,weekend plans, hiking trails. It’s one tiny decision I’m absolvedfrom making. To choose is to be culpable and as a…
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by Ocean Vuong The October leaves coming down, as if called. Morning fog through the wildrye beyond the train tracks. A cigarette. A good sweater. On the sagging porch. While the family sleeps. That I woke at all & the hawk up there thought nothing of its wings. That I snuck onto the page while…
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by Simon Maddrell born just six months later in the same place, on the same island.even though i can’t act or sing or dance —but apart from that, we shared a common fear of cybermen and we couldn’t hide behind the same sofaeven though we had the same difference in our way. before it’s a…
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by Marge Piercy Learning to love differently is hard,love with the hands wide open, lovewith the doors banging on their hinges,the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the roomsrustling the sheets and snapping the blindsthat thwack like rubber bandsin an open palm. It hurts to love wide openstretching the muscles that feel as if they…
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by Billy-Ray Belcourt Utopia is an impossible demand. Most likely,it’s what happens when no one’s looking. On Grindr, my profile stated: DESIRE IS A PLANETTRAPPED INSIDE AN EVEN BIGGER PLANET. The men I met were aroused by the world; I was aroused by the opposite of the world. Turns out there can be so much nightinside…
Emily Vance Brown 