What I read is a well-chosen & profound poem, posted each Sunday by Terence Winch on the Best American Poetry site. Every single poem is a winner. I have met several terrific new-to-me poets. I don't know how he does it.
I suddenly remember being at a bar in lower Manhattan with Terence, the late Ted Greenwald, & a few others. When the bartender found out that the man who wrote "When New York Was Irish" was drinking in his bar, believe me, none of us paid for another round.