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David Baker
We came to the island. We stayed in the house.
Rain and sun. Bougainvillea. Pink cedar.
How many shadows slipped along walls
or whetted the leaves of century plants?
book
W. W. Norton & Company
Feature Date
- October 27, 2020
Series
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Alcman (translated from the Greek by Dan Beachy-Quick)
They are sleeping, mountain-heads, headlands,
and the gullies, too—
the fallen leaves and the tribe of slow-footed
creatures the dark earth grows—
book
Milkweed Editions
Feature Date
- October 26, 2020
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Luisa Muradyan
Or as every other late 80s action hero
my mother successfully jumping off of a skyscraper
onto another skyscraper my mother hunting the
Predator with a cigar lodged in her mouth
my mother saying sonofabitch in the coolest
way imaginable
journal
The Threepenny Review
Feature Date
- October 25, 2020
Series
Selected By
Joy Priest
how long we done
lived— us-folk,
for whom heaven
is live broadcast.
our down-at-the-heel
place. filthy & barefoot.
book
University of Pittsburgh Press
Feature Date
- October 24, 2020
Series
Selected By
Anna Newman
The girl is pacing
back and forth
in my mind inside
her payphone booth.
Her pennies
are like fancy moths.
journal
Sugar House Review
Feature Date
- October 23, 2020
Series
Selected By
Don Mee Choi
It was so cold that my fingers were ready to snap off, but I still went over to my friend’s house to play. Then I heard a machine gun and saw a swarm of soldiers. They looked like ants against the snow. Come out! they shouted. We will kill you all! But my friend and I kept on playing.
book
Wave Books
Feature Date
- October 22, 2020
Series
Selected By
Brendan Joyce
-- drunk & under age, every warehouse
empty like my pockets, every cavity
in this city's foaming mouth, every
inch of the continued occupation of
this continent; the ghosts of a failed general strike
book
Grieveland
Feature Date
- October 21, 2020
Series
Selected By
Honora Ankong
Loving black women back
to life today I’m loud in my veneration.
I am a black woman in want
mouth agape yelling we are alive we are living god!
journal
The Maine Review
Feature Date
- October 20, 2020
Series
Selected By
Brian Teare
from fifty miles away, a thousand feet below the field I love,
I tried to remember
how spring undoes the year like a knot :
how winter hay’s flat thin cover turns gold,
gray beneath rain, keeps close to ground
the germinal heat :
book
Omnidawn
Feature Date
- October 19, 2020
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Adam Fagin
If among the waxwing's flight, I describe unbroken light, I describe water among the sleep of birds. A wingbeat governing swift fluidities of form.
book
Center for Literary Publishing at Colorado State University
Feature Date
- October 18, 2020
