Birthday Poem Illuminated behind a skin a grey the sky with fat fast slants of snow Fire Horse poet This is a birthday poem squeaky underfoot…
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Andy McGuire’s “Pool” advances an end rhyme all the way to the end of the diving board at knifepoint. Pool whirligigs across the page, traveling from New York to the…
Queer Grace No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in…
Ones Who Got Away With It I still fantasize I can do something about it. That girl in the outpatient-care facility for teenagers confided to me that she sneaked out…
This week’s poem of the week is from our own archives. We posted this in April, 2013. It’s made of reviews of women’s work. It’s still relevant. Also see Zoe’s…
ALLER/RETOUR Day recedes to darkness Day seen through the veil of night Translucent grey film cast between daylight and dark dissolving sky to lavender to mauve to white until night…
Erin Wunker: I love Anne Boyer’s poem “What Resembles The Grave But Isn’t.” I love its repetition. I love how each sentence hits the mind with the determination of someone…
Come the Revolution Come the revolution / we will the revolution / we will return to the revolution / return to the sensuous body of language / come the revolution…
We are happy to start the new year off with two pieces from Chase Berggrun’s R E D, an excavation of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, forthcoming from Birds, LLC. Berggrun is a…
_____1_____ compression. To use a kind of compression, so compressed that the links between the image/phrase break down, but the whole poem still retains its connection. inter-text. Using and repeating…
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CAN YOU BE MY FULLTIME DADDY: WHITE&GOLD[QUESTIONMARK] : :: :: : : :::::: : : :: : : : :installingmusicsoftware: : :: :::: : : :: ::borntodierecordinstalled: :: : :…
THAT INSTRUMENT OF LAUGHTER Nowadays I like to say cool Cool cool thrashing my tongue like iguana before even a li’l wind ruffle my branch. Because that was the dark,…