Poems by Todd Dillard
When I Hear People Talk in the Past Tense About Their Dead by Todd Dillard
September 27, 2026
“I call my dead mom, and she is never / too busy to answer.” — Todd Dillard
No Rush by Todd Dillard
May 21, 2025
“It’s quiet now, / the storm splits open like sacramental bread, / and I love you I love you. Can you hear me?” — Todd Dillard
Poems curated by Todd Dillard
Cloudless Snowfall by Franz Wright
August 20, 2025
“by the way thank You for / keeping Your face hidden, I / can hardly bear the beauty of this world.” — Franz Wright


