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
Serenade	Djuna Barnes	06/03/2017
Near Miss	Fanny Howe	06/02/2017
Z	Julie Marie Wade	06/01/2017
Some Consequences of the Made Thing	Dan Beachy-Quick	05/31/2017
The Garden of Eden	Sandra Simonds	05/30/2017
Dear P.	Victoria Chang	05/29/2017
Summer Silence	E. E. Cummings	05/27/2017
The World	Christina Rossetti	05/27/2017
Tarot Readings Daily	Joy Ladin	05/26/2017
What Does Your Seeing Want?	Joan Houlihan	05/25/2017