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book
Coach House Books
Feature Date
- November 29, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Margo Tamez
Protector, Enemy Slayer, went to the stronghold place you know this today
as the Guadalupe Mountains, over there.
book
Turtle Point Press
Feature Date
- November 28, 2021
Series
Selected By
Alina Stefanescu
I meet the birds on their
terrain, the gray of.
Chimney swifts smudged, sifted
from clouds like feathered
cinders, all is blurred or
wisps of smoke, an attendance.
journal
Kenyon Review
Feature Date
- November 27, 2021
Series
Selected By
Asiya Wadud
the ferries encumber their own weight. they pass each other at close range. the unlikely vessels transmit their cargo. all the bodies carry on.
book
Nightboat Books
Feature Date
- November 26, 2021
Series
Selected By
Mihaela Moscaliuc
I waddle among pelicans of grief.
They waddle through me,
our throat sacs stapled shut.
I stir the third soup, lovage and thirteen bean . . .
journal
New Letters
Feature Date
- November 25, 2021
Series
Selected By
Cynthia Dewi Oka
A tall man wipes ashes from his lips. “I’ll pay you,”
he says. “If you’re worthy.” From the lamp of his skull, a steeple
rises. Roaches seek warmth in the dead bells, while cherry
blossoms burst their green corsets.
book
Northwestern University Press
Feature Date
- November 24, 2021
Series
Selected By
Deborah Warren
Earth is his occupation, and the mole
works the turf in his native breaststroke, swimming
hallways into the sod—a geonaut
book
Paul Dry Books
Feature Date
- November 23, 2021
Series
Selected By
Jorie Graham
They would not stop, resolution of will
and helplessness, as the eye
is helpless
when the image forms itself, upside-down, backward,
driving up into
the mind, and the world
unfastens itself
from the deep ocean of the given. . . .
book
Princeton University Press
Feature Date
- November 22, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Willie Lee Kinard III
All spells begin with water.
Rod in hand, flick of it against the stinging sky,
Mama nem stir the air to tears.
journal
Hayden’s Ferry Review
Feature Date
- November 21, 2021
Series
Selected By
Louise Glück
The tree seemed beautiful to me,
not finished perhaps, still it was beautiful, the moss
draped around its roots— I was not
permitted to prune it but I held the bowl in my hands,
a pine blowing in high wind
like man in the universe.
book
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Feature Date
- November 20, 2021
