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Tolu Agbelusi
each night a diluted memory
infiltrates my dreams—you catapult
me to heaven
on the slat of a swing, shine
my wrists with oil from the oranges
in mum’s garden
journal
wildness
Feature Date
- September 30, 2020
Series
Selected By
James Richardson
It’s not so common, in this practical century,
for lovers to pine away, and as our climate warms,
pines are retreating higher, but late as it is,
anyone sleepless will hear the sound of the wind
thinning through pines as pained.
book
Copper Canyon Press
Feature Date
- September 29, 2020
Series
Selected By
Heather Green
In the sculpture, Aeneas wore a helmet, held
his son’s hand, and carried his thin father,
weathered and wild-eyed, but alive. My father
was bearded and wild-eyed before he died.
journal
Bennington Review
Feature Date
- September 28, 2020
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Jose Hernandez Diaz
Sometimes I wish my Spanish were better,
Like to the point where I could speak it without
Having to think about it. I can get by, trust me,
But it’s broken. Like that trendy restaurant downtown:
Broken Spanish.
journal
Colorado Review
Feature Date
- September 27, 2020
Series
Selected By
Rose McLarney
How long I watched,
how I loved
to watch, and how I tried
to make him a little home.
But what is wanted wants
to leg it elsewhere, no matter.
book
Penguin Books
Feature Date
- September 26, 2020
Series
Selected By
Khadijah Queen
I wish I’d learned to take better care
As if this world tried to love me
A body I used up
on hard ground, flowsy &
sop-studded, misplacing words
I keep to settle for pain
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Tin House
Feature Date
- September 25, 2020
Series
Selected By
Kęstutis Navakas (translated from the Lithuanian by Rimas Uzgiris)
don’t read this text who knows what
it will open or close in you so read what
until now for so many years you read that
will preserve you
journal
The Paris Review
Feature Date
- September 24, 2020
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Srikanth Reddy
With a wave of his hand, the card turns over once more, only now it is the Justice Card—a child's transitional object in need of mending, an oil well burning on the horizon, a scale model of the cooling universe.
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Wave Books
Feature Date
- September 23, 2020
Series
Selected By
Emily Bludworth de Barrios
What was it like to live inside that economy that pressed you into
a flattened portion of a person? It wasn't so dramatic, we were okay
My childhood is a museum display of the suburbs in the 1990s
journal
Sixth Finch
Feature Date
- September 22, 2020
Series
Selected By
Cole Swensen
Landscape of evening
shadowing the park
Landscape of ventriloquist
in nearby pavilion,
the land itself a voice
book
Nightboat Books
Feature Date
- September 21, 2020
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
