Poem of the Month
Radii

By Melissa Bull

Published on September 3, 2015

platonic / platinum

I could lick the hair of his arms to
smell the sunlight
but let the lilac air
wheel-speak our sympathies.

Late evening slanting through halfclosed lids.

bespoke / besotted

This morning I cut
through the baseball diamond.
I found a fractured robin’s egg

iris blue.

More Poetry

It’s about Time

autumn rain — leaves cover the cracked sidewalk foot trap foot trap little clock’s tick tocks run on AA ...

Blowing Grass Empire (i)

She took the child to the crest of a green hill overlooking an immense land, and swept her arm across the ...

#88 earth

you fill the water bottle you found in the trash with pondwater in the field at recess because it has been ...