October 2011
58 posts
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In Singapore, in the airport,
a darkness was ripped from my eyes.
In the...
– Mary Oliver, Singapore
September 2011
44 posts
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If you stay we can
figure out how long it takes.
The way you kiss me around...
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, Waiting For Rain
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My eyes opened.
I gained the whole world
and lost you.
– Billy Ramsell, Waking from the dream she visited
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My fire-eating career came to an end
when I could no longer tell
when to spit...
– Daphne Gottlieb, why things burn
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at 4, it’s already clear
that mimi’s going to grow
up to be one of...
– Daphne Gottlieb, bikini killer
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if we are lonely
it might be because
we let go too soon...
– Kathleen Novak, Reasons Why
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While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the...
– Li Po, “The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” (trans. by Ezra Pound)
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She is a tornado.
He is a man. He is solid and humble.
She tells the story...
– Jeanann Verlee, the telling
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Absolutely impossible.
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Not at all possible.
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Impossible.
4...
– Lev Rubinstein, trans. Philip Metres & Tatiana Tulchinsky: Unnamed Events
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I have no idea what priests
dream of on Christmas Eve, what prayer
a crippled...
– Lee Herrick: What Is Sacred
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When are you not a poet and just a woman
the lover asks, honey on his false...
– Margo Berdeshevsky: When Are You Not
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life has not gone well since i ran over the dog
and i would say not for him...
– Djelloul Marbrook: casualties
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How far is true
enough?
How far into the
earth
can vision go and
still be
...
– Jorie Graham, excerpt from The Age of Reason (via pleasebebrave)
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it’s pouring boys racing past lowered red truck stopped in hollywood...
– Emmy Pérez: it’s pouring
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POEM ADDRESSING THE DEEP PAIN OF FAILURE AND THE IMPORTANCE OF THE POEM
One...
– Peter Davis
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you want to change something about your life
but your lover took both pairs of...
– Marty McConnell, “the fidelity of epitaphs (20 days later)”
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it’s one of those nights filled with love. or is it desire. the cusp. hong kong...
– Emmy Pérez: sweet metal sweet
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Cold coffee ringing a mug
and a bill, forgotten, beside it: this
could be the...
– Terry L. Kennedy: The Ways in Which Leave
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The places we knew not to go as children
we went anyway. Something in the jag...
– Gabriel Fried: The Places We Knew Not to Go as Children
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All right. Try this,
Then. Every body
I know and care for,
And every body...
– James Wright, Northern Pike (via yesyes)
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I’m no longer in love
with the sand that makes the pearl,
or anything grainy...
– Robin Ekiss: The Past is Another Country
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When Walter B. discovered Beatrice that winter inside his chest, he began to...
– Sabrina Orah Mark: The Name
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Here’s the love
story minus the
story.
A
poor woman, in
poor health with...
– Reb Livingston: The Love Story
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Today I bought
the first pumpkin
of my season.
The sun was
hitting the water...
– Dorothea Grossman
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There is this illusion of you I hold in my hand.
You have looked inside all the...
– Andrew Kozma: The Illusionist
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It is a short book.
God in His righteous glory conjures up
everything: the...
– Joseph O. Legaspi: The Homosexual Book of Genesis
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The library always smells like this:
an ancient stew of vinegar and wood.
It’s...
– Dorothea Grossman, In the Library
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Other weddings are so shrewd on the sofa, short
and baffled, bassett-legged....
– Brenda Shaughnessy, Epithalament
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It’s not words we need tonight, but the antidote
to what has already been said....
– Sam Taylor: Postscript
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Let’s ask a poet with no way of knowing.
Someone who can give us an...
– Brenda Shaughnessy, Why is the Color of Snow?
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I’m 33, Christ’s age; you remember Christ.
I was lucky enough to be born in New...
– James Hoch: My Letter of Introduction to God
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Not man enough to hold a man like a child
until the morning, I would fight the...
– Erica Wright: Misbegotten
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Being a glacier, I remember birth,
The waves of stars falling over the years,...
– Douglas Woodsum: Melting
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You are always eighteen or married
or both, carrying inside you
a surgeon or a...
– Paul Guest: On Being Asked Who the You Is in My Poems
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Do people who wave at trains
Wave at the driver, or at the train itself?
Or,...
– Roger McGough, “Waving at Trains”
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It was March when Virginia Woolf wrote in her diary,
“that summer should be...
– Jenn Habel: Love Is Made of Images
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Words in Lines: a poetry tumblr →
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My former roommate and I have started a poetry tumblr! I’m still tinkering with it (and the name is subject to change), but some poems have already been posted, so check it out!
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When any word is called for, say that I am of.
When the tornado forms, that is...
– Rick Barot: Litany
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You love a woman and you wonder where she goes all night in some tricked-
out...
– Brenda Shaughnessy, You Love, You Wonder
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Is this bed not like some coast,
just a strip of coast on which we lie?...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Eastern Aubade
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She has painted her lips
hibiscus pink.
The upper lip dips
perfectly in the...
– Sally Bliumis-Dunn, Heart
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Too high except for birds to reach,
I act like a tune in attempts to confuse...
– John FitzGerald: Flying Lessons
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Whatever you dropped in the dark
can be recovered in the morning.
We will...
– Derrick Brown, Collide Escape