Poem-a-Day

The only daily poetry series publishing new work by today’s poets.

Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Turkish by}^{Nell Wright}

My mother dries figs
with her blue-veined hands.
My mother smiles at walnuts
as though time in the heart never started.

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Title	Author	Date
Self-Care	Faylita Hicks	02/21/2023
her aint even at de funeral	avery r. young	02/20/2023
Plácido’s Farewell to His Mother	Gabriel de la Concepción Valdés	02/19/2023
The Eyes of My Regret	Angelina Weld Grimké	02/18/2023
The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”	Remica Bingham-Risher	02/17/2023
St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said	Lynne Thompson	02/16/2023
An Act of Love	Tommye Blount	02/15/2023
Wetland	francine j. harris	02/14/2023
Love Poem Attempt 3/?	Taylor Byas	02/13/2023
Challenge	Sterling A. Brown	02/12/2023