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Can a description of an empty bottle of blue cheese dressing change your life? I wouldn’t have wagered it, but I never forgot that “steady grating” and how Mead’s poem pointed the way forward.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- January 20, 2020
Jane Mead
And under all this now a steady grating—
a plastic bottle of blue cheese dressing
scraping up against the concrete gutter,
bobbing off the aqua, sun-flicked waves
the kids have made by jumping.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 20, 2020
Megan Fernandes
the girl with the fake lashes knows
i like a double gin and i am telling sam
that i am a dog who was converted
when i was seventeen and my mother found an essay
about how i was in love with a girl
and there was a portishead reference
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 19, 2020
Eryn Green
We live on
the edge of
A raft through
dejection
A joy almost
too great
To speak...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 18, 2020
Joseph J. Capista
Having seen the osprey
grasp then set its fish
so that en route from sea
to bay prey's eyes face
only west...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 17, 2020
Avraham Chalfi (translated from the Hebrew by Atar Hadari)
And the body hurts itself the hurt
Of the entire world.
Let rain fall. Like a rainy autumn
That's awkward as a beast.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 16, 2020
Gemma Gorga (translated from the Catalan by Sharon Dolin)
I ponder it now, while holding this new book in my hands, the words still slick like the feathers of a newly hatched bird.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 15, 2020
Aria Aber
Each natural passing articulates
the unnatural: every aunt has a son
who fell, or a daughter who hid in rubble
for two years, until that knock of officers
holding a bin bag filled with a dress
and bones.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 14, 2020
Stanley Plumly
I miss the elms, their "crowns of airy dreams,"
as Virgil calls them, their towering cathedral branching
spread into a ceiling above the lonely sidewalks of Ohio
where the first elm deaths were reported in America.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- January 13, 2020
When I was his student, Stan used to say that a piece of writing is never really finished, but only rests. Perhaps, too, our love for a person or place, when it is true, is always unresting. Isn’t that, after all, what “Dutch Elm” implies?
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- January 13, 2020
