SWWIM Every Day

SWWIM
SWWIM Every Day publishes a poem a day by women writers (she/they).
Created 26 Mar 2021
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  • The Kingdom of Snow
    02 Dec 20211 day ago • < 1 min read • 1 0
    The winters of my childhood live in a globed kingdom, an unsullied world of snow forts two heads higher than we stood; long slopes padded with flurried day upon flurried day. Time a bright tunnel. ...
  • Zipporah, Moses' Wife, Returns to Her Sisters
    01 Dec 2021 • < 1 min read
    When camelias bloom in December, her sisters sip iced tea under the silk oak, lounging in winter sun. With two hungry sons, she enters the circle of seven sisters, the stuff of their industrious cr...
  • Pepper Mill
    30 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives! She’s a grinder, a hill of black pepper, a deadly spice, no shrubbery in sight. So my father and mother after the flood climbed to bed...
  • Chop Suey
    29 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    We are sitting at opposite ends of our kitchen table—your right profile, my left— to the wide picture window, when one morning Edward Hopper comes knocking— rap rap rapping ...
  • August
    26 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read • 1 0
    For Connie In an outer borough’s vacant lot, a bush of moonflowers furl in the daylight. They are sensitive to the sun, flaring high on the towers. Beats of a season boiling over. Wait for the mo...
  • Interstellar Ars Poetica
    25 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read • 1 0
    “A poem should be palpable and mute / as a globed fruit” –Archibald MacLeish This poem slips through fingers swift like silk. Shifts in breeze easy as pollen from a maple tree, or thos...
  • White Orchid
    24 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    It may be time to revisit My approach to flowers. Why not Drop the scalpel, give the petals A chance to charm, enchant, without being Exposed—vulnerable to my gaze, My haste to empirically demonst...
  • Delivery
    23 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives! When I was born, the brightness burned and I cried out; the terror and the beauty of going inside out. What early blackout brought me...
  • East Tennessee Log Flume
    22 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    Here is your hollowed out ride, complete with smooth, plastic seat-back. Come, climb in. Let the water touch you with its cold breath, but please don’t trail your fingers, like the lover in a painti...
  • NSSI
    19 Nov 2021 • < 1 min read
    The day began with the familiar madness—the fists to flesh of self-harm. How embarrassing, this urge to beat at myself, to hammer, to pummel my brain against a wall, pushed by something...
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