Poem-a-Day

The only daily poetry series publishing new work by today’s poets.

Poem-a-day

I’m writing
a love poem
even with
an American
boot to
my throat.

I lick the croony
sole and picture
you in a fresh white
wife pleaser.

You got
two fingers
dripping money
down my mouth.

Our razor
can do
so much.

Title	Author	Date
When it Really is Just the Wind, and Not a Furious Vexation	Kyle Tran Myhre	08/06/2024
Alone in bed thinking about another breakup	Ty Chapman	08/05/2024
To a Tree in Bloom	Hildegarde Flanner	08/04/2024
Here’s a Little Mouse	E. E. Cummings	08/03/2024
The First Rule of Buoyancy	Ollie Schminkey	08/02/2024
The Hills are Writing	Isha Camara	08/01/2024
Ekphrasis On “The New York Times” Headline “Understanding the Middle East Through the Animal Kingdom”	Emily Khilfeh	07/31/2024
Artist Statement	Tarik Dobbs	07/30/2024
I wake at dawn to glimpse my barren chest and speak to the children I won’t birth.	Spencer Williams	07/29/2024
From “The Windy City”	Carl Sandburg	07/28/2024