Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Child, today you are angular mantistorn webclatter of bats Becomeflutter of leaves trilling one toneless crescendosway of tall grass lifting visual songbrook’s jabbering psalm,bright mica Copyright 2023 Paula Schultz Paula Schulz lives and writes in Slinger, Wisconsin, with her husband, … Continue reading →

To Ezra Pound I wish to swing by the fluff of your beard,smear your face with lavender oil, andnest in the hole of your throat I seethrough that unbuttoned shirt. May I please excavate each crease in yourbrow to know … Continue reading →

It’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years. 10 years of highlighting poets from around the world each April for National Poetry Month (or should we call it International Poetry Month?). That amounts to 300 poems. Or will by the … Continue reading →

The tenth annual 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration, sponsored by Potomac Review, will once again take place this year on mikemaggio.net This year’s challenge is as follows: Write a poem in which everything you want to say is expressed solely … Continue reading →

None of This Exists Except Absence This is not a real road, this pavement, but still fictional traffic roars by, windows cranked down, imaginary music spilling out, bass thumping in bone marrow like the beat of an external heart—songs that … Continue reading →

Cathy Hailey, this year’s 30 for 30 judge has selected Susan Schied as this year’s winner. Judge’s Statement I enjoyed the diverse approaches poets took to meet Mike’s challenge, some providing more evidence of the collaging technique within the poem … Continue reading →

And now a poem from our judge: Listening to Trees    I In April’s final week, a flourish  of green stippling fills spaces  held by sky, thickening leafscape,  deepening hues forming forest  understory. Canopy trees call my  name, beckon me … Continue reading →

Piano Man   It’s always dusk when I hear him through the open window. He plays a swaying melody, lyrical flights with a darker underpinning of dissonant harmonies.   Drawn to the music, two mockingbirds alight on the wire tonight, … Continue reading →

                        Year to Date   Months of Covid-induced sequestration helped me get work done as I multi-tasked my anxious brain into a mental fog.   In February, geese and buffleheads skidded on thin ice in the Huron River while I … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Arsenic Dance Bio: Kayla Hare is a poet and flash fiction writer from Birmingham, Alabama. She is currently in her … Continue reading →