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
The Poem Grace Interrupted	Mikko Harvey	03/22/2019
Poof	Amy Gerstler	03/21/2019
We Were All Odysseus in Those Days	Amorak Huey	03/20/2019
Portrait in Nightshade and Delayed Translation	C. Dale Young	03/19/2019
My Son Wants to Know Who His Biological Father Is	Blas Falconer	03/18/2019
Variation on a Theme	W. S. Merwin	03/17/2019
Youth	Tom Sleigh	03/16/2019
Of Color of Landscape of Tenuous Rope	Jennifer Givhan	03/15/2019
My Life in Brutalist Architecture #1	John Gallaher	03/14/2019
Will You?	Carrie Fountain	03/13/2019