Poetry
Disregarding the Signs
Hungry after school, we bought
a jumbo pretzel from the bakery
one with crystalline salt
like tiny mountain caps
perched on its curves,
then wandered into the sculpture garden
across the way where
Of Arms and the Man
Aeneas leans his hand against a palm tree,
Rough to the touch and real—his gods appear
As dreams, as voices, mists, hallucinations.
Walking by Dido’s palace, Aeneas stops,
Listens for flutes
The Domino Effect
The blue domino
tin in the closet
makes me think in mul-
tiples of five. How
many games did we
play? Five, ten, fifteen,
twenty, two thousand…
How many times did
I hear
Why Celebrate National Poetry Month in 2021?
Christian Wiman’s question reverberates in my mind: “What is poetry’s role when
the world is burning?”
If 2020 and 2021 have taught us anything, it’s brought us face-to-face with the