Every so often, at the beginning of April, we trade out letters to the editor for poems from readers across Alaska. Here are their submissions.
Notes on being alive the last day of my 30s and the first day of my 40s.
An invitation i can not resist: To send in a poem with a hope and a wish.
Reinbold turned wearing a mask into a holy crusade/Ask her rebellious followers to man the barricade.
A watermelon/I knew fell in/Love with a grapefruit.
All I want is to play in the dirt/A layer of manure sure wouldn’t hurt
My Facebook friends are full of joy/At what is blooming—boy, oh, boy—
Looking cold and lonely, you hesitate/pausing at the end of Virginia’s driveway
Word gets around, no water here.