Poetry

Winter In Miami

Poetry | My grandmother only goes to funerals. She will never see Florida but she has the world in her windows. In the morning the river is fog...

May 22, 2025 • Barbara Graver

Appalachia, On Leaving

Poetry | There's nothing for me here. Only rain and streets of wet magnesium. These hundred panes are filled with watery yellow light but...

Feb 22, 2025 • Barbara Graver

Timing a Card Reading

Poetry | For a while I switched from tarot to playing cards. Just regular old cards. No pretty pictures. No Colman-Smith. No abstract art...

Dec 31, 2024 • Barbara Graver

A Short Dream

Poetry | I wrote the first version of this poem when I was 17 or 18 and, even though I rewrote several years later, it is still awkward. In many ways...

Aug 24, 2024 • Barbara Graver

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