Sunday Poem

A Sunday Poem Exclusive : The Debut of Mary Ruefle’s Erasure “Melody”

    When Mary Ruefle's book Melody: The Story of a Child arrived in the mail several weeks ago, I could smell the musty, antique pages and the faint whiff of stale cigarette smoke before I even opened the package. The beige envelope arrived by U.S. Postal Service, without insurance and [...]

The Sunday Poem : Carol Muske-Dukes

    Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic) Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero Tattoos, tagging. Sippy cups, hoodies. Baby Daddies gather, stubble-cheeked, holding infants. Rock-a-bye Central.   Awkward former enemies, rubbing elbows, Slow-bounce babies: parachute cradle. X-nay Gangsta language – A is for Apple, only. Alphabet shakedown.   [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:31+00:00 05.13.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Carol Muske-Dukes

The Sunday Poem : Noelle Kocot

    Noelle Kocot's latest book of poetry, The Bigger World, is a collection of  character sketches. Told in a straightforward, surreal style---one that recalls folktales, ancient myths, and fairytales---Kocot has stripped each piece down to its essentials. These short, accessible poems are funny, moving, and sometimes absurd, but always entertaining. "I [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:51+00:00 04.21.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|3 Comments

The Sunday Poem : Kwame Dawes

  Today's Sunday Poem, "Tornado Child" by Kwame Dawes, is one of many powerful poems in Dawes' book Wisteria, Twilight Songs from the Swamp Country. The poems in this collection are based on Dawes' conversations with the elders of Sumter, South Carolina, who shared their memories of growing up [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:52:58+00:00 03.24.12|Greatest Hits, The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem : Kwame Dawes

The Sunday Poem: Kevin Young

  I have a special video version of the Sunday Poem for you today by Kevin Young, one of my favorite contemporary poets. In this short clip from the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, Young reads his poem "Aunties," which appears in his collection Dear Darkness: Poems. Young is a talented reader [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:53:21+00:00 01.29.12|Greatest Hits, The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem: Kevin Young

The Sunday Poem: Tung-Hui Hu

        Early Winter, After Sappho   Some say the air of early winter moving through windows. For some, black ships coming towards the city are the quietest sounds on earth. But I say it is with whomever one loves. And very easily proved: when we are trying to [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:53:26+00:00 01.14.12|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem: Tung-Hui Hu

The Sunday Poem: Christopher Robinson

        Hotdog     They salvaged only what was vital, leaving behind their most precious belongings, including Aunt Beale’s watercolors, which were lost, and the thousand paper cranes Dad had folded to win Mom over, placing them on her usual routes, at the post office, in the library [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:53:39+00:00 12.03.11|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem: Christopher Robinson

The Sunday Poem: U.A. Fanthorpe

      Reindeer Report   Chimneys: colder. Flightpaths: busier. Driver: Christmas (F) Still baffled by postcodes. Children: more And stay up later. Presents: heavier. Pay: frozen. Mission in spite Of all this Accomplished – MERRY CHRISTMAS!       What the Donkey Saw   No room in the inn, of [...]

By | 2016-11-11T21:53:41+00:00 12.01.11|The Sunday Poem, Words|Comments Off on The Sunday Poem: U.A. Fanthorpe
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