Poem-a-Day

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Poem-a-day

^{translated from the Ojibwe by the author}

At the threshold
of melancholy
is a voice barely heard

a light wrapped in fog
and a piece of steel
longing for flint.

Strike it.

Gashkikanokaaning
apii gashkenindaman
agaawaa bapoweyan

waateg gashkaabateg
manidoo-biiwaabik
misawenimaad biiwaanan.

Zisikinebidoon.

Title	Author	Date
We are Marching	Carrie Law Morgan Figgs	02/01/2020
Body Encounters Barrier, or Stairs (Not a Metaphor)	Tara Hardy	01/31/2020
Deserving	Terisa Siagatonu	01/30/2020
Predictions of the Material	Jessica Guzman	01/29/2020
Violin	Nikki Wallschlaeger	01/28/2020
With a Petroleum Coating	Trace Peterson	01/27/2020
I Cannot Sing	Edward Nathaniel Harleston	01/26/2020
Souvenir	Edna St. Vincent Millay	01/25/2020
I do not remember my own name	Valerie Wetlaufer	01/24/2020
Remember the Boys	Rachel McKibbens	01/23/2020