Nina Alvarez

• Poem of the Day: Prometheus: Behind the Music

  2008 Dec 05

  Prometheus: Behind the Music Prometheus loved the afternoon and took his drink with deer meat then. And shook the rawness of his hands on his big thighs and wiped them clean. The giant man held conference with intangible or tiny things. Once a woman stayed the night, He scared her with his offerings. Prometheus watched television, two channels from a long dead wire. One of heaven, [...]

• Find Your Favorite Word and Ask it a Question

  2008 Dec 04

  A Quick One Before I Go a spirit passed A. R. Ammons AC/DC Achill adore advice africa age aging al zolynas albatros alexander algeria all nearness pauses allan alone aloneness alvarez america ana elsner anders hansen animate animation Annabel Lee AP Apollinaire appreciate ard are you there Argentine art arthur artist artists artspan atlanist atlantis auden autumn avant aware baite bard baudelaire be beast beat beauty beer beggar being believe bells belong beloved betrothed bibliophile billy collins bird birthday bishop Black Stone Lying On A White Stone Blake blank blessing blight blog blues bly bob bobby body bogan book books borges brad brad jadwin breton Brian Teare bride bridge Brigit Pegeen Kelly bronte brother Brothers in Arms brown buddhism bukowski burns burton by Susan Howe byron Caged Bird call for poems campion cap and bells carol carroll cartoon cat cavary censorship center ceva cfeva charles charles baudelaire charlotte Check out the film’s creator cheer child childhood children childrens christina christmas ciphers city clark clement clever college color come come up commandment ten conan consciousness contributor conversation Copy Writer cow create creation culture cummings cunt czeslaw Danse Russe dark daughter David Lehman dawn day days of me dead death december depression Derek Mahon devotion dickincon dickinson die dietrich Dire Straights Dischell discussion distance dog dolor dolphin donald hall donne dormant Dorothy Parker doubt dowson doyle drag [...]

• Poem of the Day: Sonnet 6

  2008 Nov 28

  Is he native to this realm? No, his wide nature grew out of both worlds. They more adeptly bend the willow’s branches who have experience of the willow’s roots. When you go to bed, don’t leave bread or milk on the table: it attracts the dead– But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he beneath the mildness of the eyelid mix their bright [...]