modern poetry

  • Next Door

    Next Door

    I don’t even know your name,But I know you own two cars:You drive one every day,But the other you never use. I know you have two children,A boy around 9 and a girl around 5.They are both in school,And they both have brown eyes. I know you used to have a garden.The dug-up patch can

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  • Lessons From the Farmer’s Market Troubadour

    There’s a man at the market who holds a yellow sign. It says, “Poet for hire” in big black letters. Every week I see this man, sitting quietly while hundreds of people swarm around the city-park, and I wonder if anyone has taken him up on his offer. I think that’s what inspired this month’s

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