Performance Poetry by Megan LeAnne
When I asked about your tea selection, what I really meant to say was Goddamn you’re pretty.
Featured Poetry
To the Curly-Haired Barista
Sep 18, 2017
Faculty Development Workshop
May 29, 2017
Poem by Julia Lisella
When should we run? After we have locked the door?
Waterside at Mueller Lake Park
May 22, 2017
Two Poems by David Meischen
No creature wants such beauty, such attention.
A Thousand Bluebirds
May 15, 2017
Poem by Maureen Seaton and Neil de la Flor
I know now what a smiley face can do, and I exercise it judiciously.
Through, the Window
May 10, 2017
Poem by Rebecca Teich
Often, I try to tilt my chin up to look her smack in the eye.
The Golden Record
May 08, 2017
TW Poetry Spotlight
We wanted to make a good impression. Maybe even to launch a conversation.
Oasis
Apr 26, 2017
Poem by Lucille Lang Day
Where does meaning lurk in a universe where mountains are mangy from fires and logging?
Gauguin at the Fund-raiser
Apr 24, 2017
Poem by Jennifer Jean
'No, no, no,' said C, 'this dude cannot paint a lady.'
Mercury
Apr 10, 2017
Poem by Kevin Killian
I would be a day. I’d run around after myself. I would cohere.
My Next Tattoo / A Promise
Apr 03, 2017
Poem by Aimee Suzara
I imagine this boat tattooed: the engraved wings reaching in each direction, indicating those early sea voyages.
