Ten Below: an End-of-the-Year List

That’s about the temp outside right now.  So here’s a list of poems that have been left out in the cold. Ten poems below ten clicks-to-read this year. If you missed a good one, it’s probably right here.  Enjoy!

◘ A poem that breaks into the zoo, snaps a peacock’s neck, and walks home, feathers swishing behind it.

◘ For Memorial Day, a poem heavy out of the souvenir bundle.

◘ A poem that wails, laughs, yodels, and hoots for four reasons known to science.

◘ Today’s poem would like a few private words with the representatives of Man.

◘ Lines that wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch.

◘ This one pees on the run.

◘ From Ghana, our World Cup adversary, a poem they told us, our mothers told us, they told us, they told us, our fathers told us, they told us, about surviving.

◘ This poem has its numb lips pressed to the river’s spine.

◘ These two are lungs somehow out-revving every engine in the universe.

◘ A poem that disappears at dawn from trellises along the walls.

Stay warm, and I’ll see you “next year.”