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
Closet Space	K-Ming Chang	05/22/2019
Crescent Moons	Natalie Eilbert	05/21/2019
Red with a Touch of Sulfur	Zubair Ahmed	05/20/2019
Where Is the Poet	Yone Noguchi	05/19/2019
What Will You Do?	Rainer Maria Rilke	05/18/2019
etymology	Airea D. Matthews	05/17/2019
[Things feel partial. My love for things is partial. Mikel on his last legs, covered]	Diane Seuss	05/16/2019
At a Days Inn in Barstow, California	Chloe Honum	05/15/2019
Inside the MRI Machine	Hala Alyan	05/14/2019
Ekphrastifilia	Matt Rasmussen	05/13/2019