Poem of the Day
The Channel
By Jana Prikryl
Humans are the animals
with speech who let all of his manuscripts
go poof.
Humans are the animals
with speech who let all of his manuscripts
go poof.
I’m a Keats bot
so are you
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew
with Christian women heaving themselves
toward ministry one brick building at a time.
the angels might get so sad
knowing what I do
as I mourn over you
your ear pressed to the asphalt
listening for further instructions
Everyone in the world,
whatever their disposition,
seemed to be crying at once
The Yangtze River in China lost its nerve
and wanted vengeance.
the summer rolls up its black tongue: from inside the machine
I affirm my devotion to your ingenious application, allowing you to track my whereabouts across all devices.
The part
that flusters some, that flusters no one.
on the chair shining wet from the rain
still hung a black piece of laundry.