Marie-Andrée Gill (translated from the French by Kristen Renee Miller)
if you are looking for me, I am home
or somewhere on Nitassinan;
all my doors and windows are open.
I’m heating the outdoors.
from the book
Heating the Outdoors /
Book*hug Press
What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems.
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- May 27, 2023
Sasha taqʷšəblu LaPointe
for me to be a real
Indian
like the ones in the movies
I was going to need
to buy a pony...
- May 26, 2023
Michael Farrell
He lived before there was an air index
He chopped up Latin like a pickled vegetable
When he walked under a bird they stopped singing
like a light...
- May 25, 2023
Hussain Ahmed
We folded the grief in our pockets. The news got to his mama
before we got home. I still expect an angel to knock on our door,
before the pain slips away, before we decide who wears his clothes.
- May 24, 2023
Olena Kalytiak Davis
Look, our little tree has taken root,
presents its fruit: thirty-six or -seven
ombré ways to cherry. Alone (and mute)
in the garden I garden, alone in...
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