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April 17: For Now by Liza Hyatt

For Now A robin’s song flies through the open window between dream and daybreak. Carrying a heavy load, a vagabond...

April 17: For Now by Liza Hyatt
posted on: Apr 16, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

April 16: The Raid of the Grackles by...

The Raid of the Grackles In the morning the grackles come as shadows skimming the grass like manta rays along the...

April 16: The Raid of the Grackles by John D. Groppe
posted on: Apr 15, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

April 15: April 15 by Joseph Heithaus...

April 15 The warm air unburdens itself inside the trill of the red wing blackbird riding invisible waves of wind on a...

April 15: April 15 by Joseph Heithaus
posted on: Apr 14, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

April 14: Lincoln’s Field by Sh...

Lincoln’s Field He practiced the alphabet on your broken clods, scraped with stick or toe until what sprouted bore...

April 14: Lincoln’s Field by Shari Wagner
posted on: Apr 13, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells
April 13: The Gift by Catherine Tufariello

April 13: The Gift by Catherine Tufariello

posted on: Apr 12, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

The Gift The gift skipped over me and went to her. My daughter and my mother knit together, their foreheads furrowed in the family frown of...

April 12: Pudding (Bajan Bread) by Kimberly Renith-Joy Licorish

April 12: Pudding (Bajan Bread) by Kimberly R...

posted on: Apr 11, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

Pudding (Bajan Bread) I think of it, the bowl of pudding mix in my grandmother’s lap. She sat on her old hammered chair, her arms twined around the...

Share your love of poetry through A Poem From Us

Share your love of poetry through A Poem From...

posted on: Apr 11, 2012 | author: Kristen Fuhs Wells

I remember the first poem to leave an impression on me. I was in my Freshman year English class at North Central High School in Indianapolis, and I...

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