The Cabbage Butterfly Minnie Bruce Pratt, 1946 The human brain wants to complete— The poem too easy? Bored. The poem too hard? Angry. What’s this one about? Around the block the easy summer weather, the picture-puff clouds adrift in the blue sky that’s no paint-by-numbers. In the corner garden, the cabbage butterfly bothers the big … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p14 →

So, first off, it was really boring. Whoever wrote this thing has absolutely no idea how to grab an audience's attention, at least, in my opinion. It kept throwing the work ‘Laureate’ at me and I still have no idea what it means. Moving on, it’s an interesting idea. I completely agree with the idea … Continue reading Tracy K. Smith’s Civic Response, Well, My Response. →

It’s like hell itself has swept through the land. The windows shatter into little bits, the reflection seeing nothing besides peace. The breeze blows through, cold, lifting the hair on the back of one’s neck and whispering in one's ear, you’re doing the right thing. You can see the screams of the damned and taste … Continue reading Rebellion →

The mere idea of writing this little poem A wretched writhing gut reaction. A response of wrath and enmity. This isn’t me, this is a facade. But my class, the class I chose to be in, The class that built up a wall of falsehoods, has forced this onto me, I don’t want to suffer … Continue reading Venerate →

The system is wrong! Old White Men, They lead OUR nation! They lead everyone! How dare they, bossing us around Like we’re nothing but dirt under their shiny boots! How dare they!   Old White Men, “Why do we need women’s health care, I never use it?” Of course you don’t! You don’t have The … Continue reading Old White Men →

Clotilde By Guillaume Apollinaire Anemone and columbine Where gloom has lain Opened in gardens Between love and disdain Made somber by the sun Our shadows meet Until the sun Is squandered by night Gods of living water Let down their hair And now you must follow A craving for shadows So, I learned the Clotilde … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p13 →

Long days, fluorescent lights shining down, sitting in lines, staring at the front. They talk and talk and talk, notes notes notes, a question or two. Next class, repeat. Lunchtime, Chat with friends, joke around. Head to class, repeat. Final class of the day, repeat. Time to head home, hop on the bus, wait for … Continue reading School →

Bessie Dreaming Bear By  Marnie Walsh we all went to town one day went to a store bought you new shoes red   high heels aint seen you since Well, the title talks about a dream and a bear, my first thought on reading that was actually gummy bears. But then you read the poem … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; p12 →

J. Chamberlain Jeffrey Yang Lots of accidents stabilizing this tau- crossed room of adobe shade, spaced out with crumpled cars Upon the concrete seal float squares of light sun-thaw, snow unsealed From what I can tell, this is literally just a poem about cars. And personally, I know nothing about cars. Though, like many poems, … Continue reading Reactions to Poetry; 11 →