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    • Poem of the Day
      By William Cowper
      Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue,
          Nor swifter greyhound follow,
      Whose foot ne’er tainted morning dew,
          Nor ear heard huntsman’s hallo’,

      Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
          Who, nursed with tender care,
      And to domesticate...

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      From Audio Poem of the Day November 2023

      By Tacey M. Atsitty

    • poem
      By Amir Rabiyah
      When I hear the news,
      another one of us has been killed
      my heart constricts
      I reach with a frantic grief
      towards a soothing balm, difficult to find
       
      And I can’t help but think of
      all the times my own life has been threatened
      of all the...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine For My Forty-Eighth Winter

      By Buddhadeva Bose
      Draw the window curtains, there’s nothing to see outside.
      Mere seducers all––those grasses, shimmering skies.
      Remove the dolls and goldfish, clear the room of flowers,
      and put your trust in the monotonous void.

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Nocturne

      By Louise Glück
      Mother died last night,
      Mother who never dies.

      Winter was in the air,
      many months away
      but in the air nevertheless.

      It was the tenth of May.
      Hyacinth and apple blossom
      bloomed in the back garden.

      We could hear
      Maria singing songs from Czechoslovakia —

      How alone I am 
      songs of that...

    • poem

      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Good Morning Blues

      By Calvin Forbes
      I am fancied by your leech who owns
      My rooms; with a hit like mine center
      Hasn’t a chance. Who stole my blues
      Did I give them away? I work softly,

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