December 2011
37 posts
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I bought some string cheese today that expires
on your birthday and thought to...
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, April 6
November 2011
41 posts
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You know that things become stories about other things. Everyone I used to love...
– Lauren Ireland, from The Lil Wayne Letters: July 18th 2010
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when it’s behind my knees
you’d have to fall to the
floor, lower your whole...
– Lyn Lifshin, Rose
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You don’t know it yet but what you’ll miss
is the books, heavy...
– Dorianne Laux, excerpt from Books
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So this is winter—-
and what remains of the world
now that autumn has...
– Laura Lush, Winter
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We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to...
– Czeslaw Milosz, “At a Certain Age”
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We want ‘poems that kill.’
Assassin poems, poems that shoot
guns. Poems that...
– Amiri Baraka
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I am part of the ancient tradition of going away. The art of leaving...
– David Shumate, Vagabond
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9
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
...
– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 (via yesyes)
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Once there was this poem that began with a long title and a rather obvious...
– Peter Davis, Poem Addressing People Who Like Narrative Poems Involving Epiphanies and Cute Stuff Presented in a Mildly Surrealistic Way
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How tiny I’d have to be, how
crushable, like a snail or sow bug.
And what a...
– Megan Hudgins, Why I’d Live in a Terrarium
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Driving out of town, I see him crossing
the Brooks Pharmacy parking lot, and...
– Marie Howe, Separation
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Let’s kiss. Let refrain do what it does. From touching,
how skin withstands...
– Kelli Anne Noftle, Seatbelts Off
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How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer...
– Derek Mahon, Everything Is Going To Be All Right (via yesyes)
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Or, if you prefer, bite my earlobe.
Cut your name, a mariner’s tattoo
into the...
– Joshua Rivkin, Offering
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Put a few words together prettily and it’s possible
to fall in love.
Move your...
– Missy-Marie Montgomery, Arrangement
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I have nothing holy to say.
I paint his face with ashes
from my cigarettes,...
– Sara Tracey, And After This
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Tell me again about the girl whose hands
have no color. Whose hands are...
– Rebecca Wadlinger, Everybody Has Hands, Almost
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Something miraculous springs
from the next sentence, but already
you’d skimmed...
– Noah Eli Gordon, A Theory of the Novel
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If I didn’t think it’d make me appear crazy still,
I’d apologize to you for...
– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, After Reading Old Unrequited Love Poems
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Tuesday and I can’t stop fidgeting.
Can’t stop the boy in the blue shirt
from...
– Kristy Bowen, worst case scenario
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I have no siblings.
Meteors are not dangerous.
I love to gamble.
I eat only...
– Karen Schubert, I’ve Been Lying
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You open small windows for love
when you care
and someone else means more to...
– Estrella Avenue, Miguel Murphy
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I spend all day in my office, reading a poem
by Stevens, pretending I wrote...
– Mary Ruefle, Perfect Reader
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What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive.
A rat’s as moral as a...
– Sam Hamill, What the Water Knows
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You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be...
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem
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You sit on the porch swirling
your wine. Red. Tomorrow, there’ll be an ache
in...
– Anna Journey, Alarm
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That summer night I was an unturned field
you came to with your spade and...
– Susan Elbe, Poem Without Us as We
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What I want to say to you
is not what I want to say,
rather a half-truth I’ve...
– Tyler Smith, What I Want to Say
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Just pretend my writing is like somebody else’s
What things are important...
– Matthew Rohrer, Second Poem for Theodore
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I don’t remember the words of men that talk
I don’t remember the words of men...
– Dorothea Lasky, I Don’t Remember the Talk of Men
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Even our names sound delicious:
Pandora, Delilah, Bathsheba, Lola, Gilda
They...
– Femme Fatale by Jeannine Hall Gailey
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There was no one to tell, so it settled
in the lines of the house, in...
– After the Affair by Claudia Emerson
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Cold front blasts a train through
the bedroom, one long roar
above late talk...
– The Cry Bone’s Connected to the Why Bone by Jenny Browne
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There was a sea in my marriage.
And air. I sat in the middle
In a tiny house...
– El Mar by Tracy K. Smith
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My dictionary lists fourteen entries
for the verb quit, enough for a sonnet
on...
– Rita Mae Reese, Smite, Smitten
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If time were tellable, we wouldn’t keep asking.
Our faces would stop...
– Magic Turns to Math and Back by Brenda Shaughnessy
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I avoid speaking your name in conversation,
throwing it to the air as if it...
– Tania De Rozario, A Hundred Ways To Say Your Name (via yesyes)
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Everywhere people are mad for miracles.
They search their coffee cups, dunk...
– The Religion of Birds by Megan O’Reilly Green