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
Who Can Govern Themselves Out of Governance?	A. H. Jerriod Avant	01/13/2023
Whipping	K. D. Harryman	01/12/2023
Castnet Seafood	Karisma Price	01/11/2023
Materials for a Gravestone Rubbing	Matthew Wimberley	01/10/2023
I’m Not Faking My Astonishment, Honest	Paige Lewis	01/09/2023
Winter Remembered	John Crowe Ransom	01/08/2023
A Gull Goes Up	Léonie Adams	01/07/2023
off the shore of oneself as in . . .	Renia White	01/06/2023
To the Young Second Lieutenant Standing Behind Me in Line	Rob Greene	01/05/2023
Elastic Love Contrapuntal	Sarah Cooper	01/04/2023