Poem of the Day
The People’s History of 1998
By Gbenga Adesina
The Yangtze River in China lost its nerve / and wanted vengeance.
The Yangtze River in China lost its nerve / and wanted vengeance.
three deer, large as memory objects. / They stood in a circle / as if they knew life was a game.
I’m a Keats bot
so are you
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
the angels might get so sad / knowing what I do / as I mourn over you / in this weird atonal interlude
I love green / tourmaline the most / to look at it / is to become a leaf / falling
Everyone in the world, / whatever their disposition, / seemed to be crying at once
the summer rolls up its black tongue: from inside the machine
I affirm my devotion to your ingenious application, allowing you to track my whereabouts across all devices.
The part / that flusters some, that flusters no one.