Poem: the pulled card is a toppling tower
views of the new condo development are revealed branch by falling branch with plastic bags caught like futile parachutes
Poem: Disappointed in Joe
Too beautiful of a morning to once again realize I can’t always trust humans to have humanity.
Poem: Branches of the Willow
Resilience — passed down through generations, the gentleness of swaying.
Poem: Time
We are cut like the melon, made of mush, drowning in the sweet, thick summer stick of the mind that keeps churning.
Call for climate poems
Planet Detroit + Room Project join forces for a second year during poetry month. Send us your climate poems!
POEM: ‘The Lonely Genius’
The Lonely Genius Walked across the ruble, all that remained Of the war he saw coming The Genius was warned Do not exist too loudly, as not to frighten The minds of those who could only see The Genius plotted He hoed, he sowed, he weeped He waited The Genius prayed He listened, he…
POEM: ‘Last Ice’
{ November } How do we prepare?The wooden swing wrapped in plastic on the lawn.An unopened bag of rock salt next to the garage.My father’s bright orange camouflage snowsuit on the hallway benchfresh from the attic.In a diner on the edges of the lake,Laura, a waitress with kind eyes, makes her way toward me.“Fill up?”…
POEM: ‘Planted’
My home is the soil I carry with me, the dirt I made myself from the food I didn’t finish cut ends that didn’t go into the soup fruit that molded too soon. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. My plants and I dine from the same menu then in exchange I…
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