Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin Poem reprinted from “The Hudson Review,” Vol. LIX, no. 4, Winter, 2007, by permission of Robert Wrigley Under dust plush as a moth’s wing, the book’s leather cover still darkly shown, and everywhere else but this spot was sodden beneath the roof’s unraveling shingles. There was that back-of-the-neck…
—from “Insect Life of Florida” by Lynda Hull In those days I thought their endless thrum was the great wheel that turned the days, the nights. In the throats of hibiscus and oleander…
Poem Against the First Grade by George Venn Marking the Magic Circle: Poetry, Fiction, and Essays Alex, my son, with backberry jam smeared ear to ear and laughing, rides his unbroken joy with words so fast we let him get away on the jamjar without clean cheeks first. He spills frasasass tea with milk and…
Pesto in August by Katrina Vandenberg from Atlas How many times does this ritual repeat itself, preparation that begins with sweetness unlocked by the parting of leaves? How many women have unpetaled garlic cloves, dripped oil cold-pressed from olives down a bowl’s curve, ground the edible seeds of pine with mortar and pestle until the…
Oh, frabjous day. Callo! Callay! It’s National Poetry Month! And once again we have trusted friend, poetry lover, and marvelous poet Stephanie Farrow as our Riehlife Poem of the Day editor. Thanks, dear friend.–Janet Stephanie says: Unfortunately, April has only 30 days, which means only 30 poems-a-day, and there are so many more that deserve…