Poem of the Day
Consecutive Preterite
By Jessica Laser
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
Coma of cold storage
Against the sweetening
Orchard—white petals
Winter trees cough like old men
about death’s white nightmares
while the rain talks in Latin.
The blonde carrying the tote bag full of bones
Is dressed in a chiffon blouse printed with
Persimmon-colored butterflies
It’s a good idea to figure what to do with parents.
One man I knew, after caring for them for years,
“The quick brown fox jumps
Over the lazy dog”: it was a little bedtime story
Right now in the rest area it’s sunny and cold. Someone
is taking a picture of the vending machine. I have
never been sad for appropriate reasons.
Hello everyone, hello you. Here we are under
this sky. Where were you Tuesday? I was at the El Rancho
Motel in Gallup.
Today a ladybug flew through my window. I was reading
about the snowy plumage of the Willow Ptarmigan
and the song of the Nashville Warbler.
I’m winding down. The daylight is winding down.
Only the night is wound up tight.
And ticking with unpaused breath.
My neighbors, my remnants, in what have you chosen
to bury your heads? Shadow said one mote
in an auditorium after a lecture.