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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Eccles. 9:7		01/09/2019
While looking at photo albums	Kay Ulanday Barrett	01/08/2019
Mexicans Lost in Mexico	Nico Amador	01/07/2019
Pietà	Rainer Maria Rilke	01/06/2019
January	Helen Hunt Jackson	01/05/2019
Central Visayan Mountain Range, Philippines 1945	Angela Peñaredondo	01/04/2019
The Exercise of Forgiving	Felicia Zamora	01/03/2019
From “Plan Upon Arrival”	Saretta Morgan	01/02/2019
Sound Has Ears	manuel arturo abreu	01/01/2019