Daily Poem: Nights and Days ~ Adrienne Rich

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Nights and Days ~ Adrienne Rich The stars will come out over and over the hyacinths rise like flames from the windswept turf down the middle of upper Broadway where the desolate take the sun the days will run together and stream into years as the rivers freeze and burn and I ask myself and […]

Daily Poem: Encounter ~ Geraldine Hammond

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Encounter ~ Geraldine Hammond What cry was that zeroed rose-color, bending from great distance, sudden like a sun-spoke straight and curved to wrap me in bright light, blinding my breath? You were there and took my eyes deep, drowning the surfaces we swam in. Am I freed or bound by a cry that dives back […]

Daily Poem: Wandering Around An Albuquerque Airport Terminal ~ Naomi Shihab Nye

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Wandering Around An Albuquerque Airport Terminal ~ Naomi Shihab Nye After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, Please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman […]

Daily Poem: What Will I Tell My Daughter When She Boils ~ Salma Deera

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What Will I Tell My Daughter When She Boils ~ Salma Deera When your knees turn into belt buckles, let them buckle softly. It is better than crumbling. When you feel like a teapot that has been whistling since 20 BC, take yourself off the stove. Let yourself cool, you do not always have to […]

Daily Poem: From the House of Yemanjá ~ Audre Lorde

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From the House of Yemanjá ~ Audre Lorde My mother had two faces and a frying pot where she cooked up her daughters into girls before she fixed our dinner. My mother had two faces and a broken pot where she hid out a perfect daughter who was not me I am the sun and […]

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