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Lucien Darjeun Meadows
And fell, wrist-deep, into the body of a deer,
Just a fawn, really, with no eyes. His mouth was open,
His tongue black, swollen, vibrating with flies.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 18, 2022
Lynn Melnick
From the time I was small I was told
we're unsafe, told when they come back for us,
when the Nazis come, back for us
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 17, 2022
Pere Gimferrer (translated from the Spanish by Adrian Nathan West)
The sea has its mechanics as love has its symbols.
With what racket the red curtain rises
or in this proscenium above an empty stage
a rumor of statues resounds, iris fronds, cutlasses,
doves that descend and softly alight.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 16, 2022
Betts does not hide just how high the odds are stacked against him. Instead, he shows us how he is freed by his truth and how he finds joy even through the consequences.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- August 15, 2022
Reginald Dwayne Betts
someone wailed & the boy’s mother yells:
This ain’t justice. You can’t throw my son
into that fucking ocean. She meant jail.
& we was powerless to stop it.
& too damn tired to be beautiful.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 15, 2022
Barbara Fant
The screech becomes a bullet
without a window to land through,
just a body,
a backyard,
a shovel.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 14, 2022
Jan Verberkmoes
but have you seen a horse bury herself
she falls through the vanishing point in her body
and into a field she digs with her teeth...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 13, 2022
Shannon Webb-Campbell
dreaming in a borrowed bed
a woman made of primary colours...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 12, 2022
Eamon Grennan
This tiniest mite of an ant, no bigger than a full stop, is making its careful way across a poem by Celan and stopping to inspect with its ant feelers (can it smell or see? is all in the idiom of touch?)
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 11, 2022
Morgan Parker
Singing enters me, becomes the window.
Baby think of my skin
as the best part of the song. Take me
by the ribs and lay me at the bottom
of a dirty creek where I can
get a good view.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- August 10, 2022
