February Feels Like

Re: Your Submission 9:27pm Editor to Me Hanif, We regret to inform you that the poem in which the dog

Someone has stolen the thing you love most. You are surprised, because what the thief stole, you did

When it's over, it's over, and we don't know any of us, what happens then. So I try not

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to

In the quietest of spaces, On a twig in the hedge; near a cone at the top of a Torrey Pine tree; one

LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her, And he, as long

"Why do I love" You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore

looking over the plums, one by one lifting each to his eyes and turning it slowly, a little earth,

That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot. The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound

It comes Unadorned Like a phrase Strong enough to cast a spell; It comes Unbidden, Like the turn of

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end, or the marriage

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are

How will you / have you prepare(d) for your death? I kiss him. I kiss him. I kiss him. I kiss him. I

being to timelessness as it's to time, love did no more begin than love will end; where nothing

Make me laugh over coffee, make it a double, make it frothy so it seethes in our delight. Make my cup

these days I speak of myself in the past tense writing about yesterday knowing tomorrow is no more

Duvet, you are so groovet, I'd like to stay under you all of Tuesdet. --- Brian Bilston (2025)

You can't order a poem like you order a taco. Walk up to the counter, say, “I'll take two”

In the huddle you said “Go long—get open” and at the snap I took off along the right sideline and

I look for words in the dark, silently describing to myself the particular conditions of the weather

Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I put down my book and

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole

My life ain't nothin' But a lot o' Gawd-knows-what. I say my life ain't nothin'

This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kissed the lit inwardly pink petaled

They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but

love between us is speech and breath. loving you is a long river running. --- Sonia Sanchez, Like the

and sometimes I lie awake thinking about all that lub-dubbing on the ocean floor and no one to hear

Said the pelican to the elephant, "I think we should marry, I do. 'Cause there's no name

sweet jesus, superman, if i had seen you dressed in your blue suit i would have known you. maybe that

O California, don't you know the sun is only a god if you learn to starve for him? I'm bored