Off the Coast of Maine
by Johnathan Riley
Off the Coast of Maine
The fog around the island is a dull ache—
I have grown
grey, like these houses here
on Monhegan: each darker
than the last,
The rumor is that a hurricane
is nearby and plans
to visit. No one seems too worried.
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Don’t read this:
This part is only here to reach the minimum word count, but why is there a minimum for poetry? I’ve got poems with no words, I've got poems with two. Even as I write this I have a poem dangling from my front teeth just waiting to drop! Spoil me with your brevity, I am the Rat King, after all.
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First published in Barnstorm This is how we start our Intro to Poetry course: I cancel class and schedule individual conferences with the students. We talk about life, and passions, and how they would describe themselves if they couldn’t mention their family or where they’re from. Eventually, there’s a little lull in conversation that pushes us towards a new question, “What poetry have you read?”. Many students look away and mumble something about Dr. Suess or Shel Silverstein, some laugh, but most of these twenty-somethins’ say that they’ve at least read Rupi Kaur.
By Johnathan Rileyabout a year ago in Poets
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I love your don't read section, really brings it all together. Beautiful poem.