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During the process of giving birth, the conscious mind relinquishes control as the body’s deeper, intuitive knowledge takes over. The resulting state is similar to one I have experienced when hiking past the point of exhaustion.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- March 18, 2024
Emily Tuszynska
we walked and rested and walked again
bowing
then kneeling
to each contraction as it came
some bright bit of blue
caught on the far bank
without panic
I felt each crest carry me farther
away from you
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 18, 2024
A. D. Lauren-Abunassar
Suppose I have lost that false start. Gone plunging my
hands in confession: It's been years since I fell in love with the light
of an ocean.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 17, 2024
Kevin Killian
His body, in state, or tumbled through
a rinse cycle drying in the feathery wind
lint on your net, your intersticed
net, who
I loved so long but not enough
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 16, 2024
Ariana Benson
Come,
while the billows surge, the froth soft
and warm. While foul minds lie blank.
A body of water is, in the end, but a field
in which you cannot be shackled. Know
yourselves, now, as but souls clothed
in skin, saying I do in refusal, as one
above the arched break.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 15, 2024
William Letford
Heard a noise from the forest
and dropped into a crouch
Imagined an empathy zombie
Slevering kindness
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 14, 2024
Mónica de la Torre
In October, transmissions paused temporarily in certain regions of the planet.
No marks made it to the page then, hence the retroactive declaratives.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 13, 2024
Leslie Sainz
Men and children going,
having gone, lungwet
across thickened water.
Be it the body to know
what's missing.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 12, 2024
As I studied the Pleistocene animals, I felt a recognition, like revisiting previous versions of myself, stored away under years of mental permafrost: infant bodies, adolescent bodies, bodies that now and then arose in me in moments of remembered trauma, as if theirs were the real world. I started looking at Neanderthal bodies among the flickering walls of my genome. The more I remembered myself, the more violence arose from behind my language, my country, my humanity, my very shaky identity.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- March 11, 2024
David Keplinger
It took one night for the world
to harden you into a long bewildered thought
but eighteen thousand years before the ice
like a pipe, like a vein, burst open—until I say
your full name: Dogor
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- March 11, 2024