January 2012
34 posts
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You see it was silly for me to expect anything when you said not to expect...
– Steven Karl, Dear Non-committal Lover,
December 2011
37 posts
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These days it feels like breathing, like sleeping, like conversation. Sometimes...
– Adriana Grant, Like running, like breathing
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Say I’m muddy water.
A flood. Partly cloudy.
This body like a door
and...
– Kristy Bowen, blue girl
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Dawn is a gun shot,
but less humane.
Tell yourself
again each morning—
the...
– Sarah Barlett, On Survival/Off Death
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(Elegy for his Hands)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I...
– Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4
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1. The ring slides back on the finger. 2. The house of the body is love. 3.The...
– Robyn Art, Myths about Certainty
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Claudia, you’re a cute and clever cunt
and I say that with impunity
being one...
– Molly Arden, Claudia
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The body remembers the wound
despite the tightly threaded stitches;
the arm...
– Lauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne, On the Illusion of Closure
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Like how high banjo trills make me go electric.
Like how charity. Like how...
– Betty Wheeler, Non-Sonnet for Telling You Everything
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I listen to the boxcars coupling, the exhaled crush like air
squeezed through a...
– Dorianne Laux, When I Can’t Sleep
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Blackberries spilled through her front yard,
lanterns full of dark sugar. She...
– Mary Fontana, Feminist
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thanks for bringing that
to our attention
she said the first time
to my...
– Cheryl Savageau, “graduate school first semester: so here I am writing about Indians again”
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Lie still now
while I prepare for my future,
certain hard days ahead,
when...
– Li-Young Lee, This Room and Everything in It
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Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe,
forsythia lit like a damp match against...
– Katha Pollitt, Small Comfort
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The poet wants to rejoin the poem
even after behaving terribly and can’t. You...
– The Poem is Not the Anatomical Heart, Kyle McCord
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What does it matter
if I wore my skirt short,
my hair stacked high,
my...
– Lucille Lang Day, Looking Back
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I’ve never read William Faulkner,
and this leaves me out of certain...
– Teresa Petro-Micchelli, While We’re Talking About Books
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You’re convinced you’re a tree,
told everyone you can’t stop
the leaves from...
– Jenny Sadre-Orafai, Lover as Lumberjack
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I relearn how to press my body
against other bodies. My slick flesh
like...
– Jenny Sadre-Orafai, Other Bodies
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If I have any romantic notions left,
please let me abandon them here
on the...
– 4th of July, Keetje Kuipers (via jessieflux)
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Let’s begin by deciding what it is
we’re trying to define....
– Heather Aimee O’Neill, Mars May Have Been a Land of Lakes
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At first you were lonely
then I was lonely. Then
we fell through the hammock...
– Ashley Seitz Kramer, Between Land and Water (via yesyes)
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It’s always like this.
I catch their scent and
old feelings come around.
...
– Xue Tao, excerpt from Peonies (transl. by Jeanne Larsen)
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Beginnings are brutal, like this accident
of stars colliding, mute explosions...
– Each Sound, Dorianne Laux
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Sunday. What still sunny days
We have now. And I alone in them.
So brief—our...
– Annie Dillard, “Mornings Like This” (a found poem created from David Grayson’s The Countryman’s Year)
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I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of...
– J. Bradley
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I’ve only known you for hours. We drink together.
We drink and we get drunk. I...
– William L. Alton, Dancing With A Brand New Lover
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Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
– Bashō, trans. Hamill (via yesyes)
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Knowing suffering
is a liturgy.
Knowing the eyeless
we grow more eyes.
...
– Mathias Svalina, The Wine-Dark Sea
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I married a shooting
star, a widower before
“I do.
– Bob Hicok, Epic tale
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I am writing a book on how to write a book so I can learn how to properly...
– Gregory Sherl, Please Move to Vermont and Break My Heart
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In the rigmarole of lucky living, you tire
of the daily lessons: Sewing, Yoga,...
– Sally Wen Mao, Lessons on Lessening
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What happens next is most important.
One of the cats dies and I’m the dad
who...
– Brent Goodman, What Happens Next
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When I knocked the coffee cup
from its ledge, and it broke
into the shower,...
– Karen Schubert, Breaking
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It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, December 21st, 2002
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When I first heard the nurse cough
I thought that she
wasn’t very good at her...
– Derrick Brown, When Nurses Cough