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Poem #1973: Tony Hoagland

Abraham Thomas — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:05:49 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Rachel Morarjee, : "The Word" Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today,

Thomas, Abraham — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 23:09:04 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Radhika Gowaikar, : "The Old Fools" What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this?

Thomas, Abraham — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 17:45:59 GMT

Guest poem submitted by David W, : "A Winter Ode to the Old Men of Lummus Park, Miami, Florida" Risen from rented rooms, old ghosts Come

Thomas, Abraham — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:22:52 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Rama Rao, : "Hello In There" We had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been

Thomas, Abraham — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 20:22:33 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Nandini Krishnamoorthy, : "To Virgins, to Make Much of Time" Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still

Thomas, Abraham — Tue, 09 Jan 2007 23:59:13 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Firdaus Janoos : "The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus" In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's

Thomas, Abraham — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:55:13 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Jessica K. Schnell, : "Brown Penny" I whispered, "I am too young," And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore

Thomas, Abraham — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 16:54:17 GMT

Guest poem submitted by Jeffrey Sean Huo, : "The Year" What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new

Martin DeMello — Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:56:38 GMT

Guest poem sent in by David Grabill "Topography" After you flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like

Martin DeMello — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 21:51:24 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Hemant Mohapatra "The Day Flies Off Without Me" The planes bound for all points everywhere etch lines on my

Martin DeMello — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 21:00:05 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Cornelius O'Brien "Day Flight" I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet And asked the hostess if she would let Me

Martin DeMello — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 19:01:26 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Steve Forsythe "The International Terminal" Some comb oil, some blow air, some shave trenchlines in their

Martin DeMello — Sun, 17 Dec 2006 23:46:59 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Aseem "The Dead Wingman" Seen on the sea, no sign; no sign, no sign In the black firs and terraces of hills Ragged

Martin DeMello — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 19:53:49 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Pranesh Prakash , in yet another take on the flight theme: "l(a" l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness -- E. E.

Martin DeMello — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 23:46:15 GMT

Guest poem sent in by Dale Rosenberg "The Swing" How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the