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Adam O. Davis
Goodnight—Mary, Jane, Pat.
Sleep tight, you sweet operators
of America, your voices strung
like laundry across this nation
drowsy with a full century's worth
of light.
book
Sarabande Books
Feature Date
- September 19, 2021
Series
Selected By
Hussain Ahmed
The sky is a rolag, carded with grief and dew.
We were made in the image of our dead –
because God relies on recycling
to keep the earth going around the sun.
journal
Four Way Review
Feature Date
- September 18, 2021
Series
Selected By
Katie Farris
Once, many
years ago, we made
love at a friend’s
house. We were over-
night guests, not
perverts (on the whole) . . .
book
Beloit
Feature Date
- September 17, 2021
Series
Selected By
Shangyang Fang
Her cardamom-like nipples bloomed in the mahogany frame
of the mirror. She felt at ease. Perhaps she thought I was still
too young? That I was more of a boy than a man?
Or perhaps she saw that day, by the rosemary alley,
a boy kissing my lips. He tasted like blueberries.
book
Copper Canyon Press
Feature Date
- September 16, 2021
Series
Selected By
Paul Valéry (translated from the French by Nathaniel Rudavsky-Brody)
I was waiting for who knows whom? (You? or day—or—)
A thought came.
book
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Feature Date
- September 15, 2021
Series
- Translation
Selected By
Anna Maria Hong
Red fox, paws planted, staring back on the human
path, sprung to the woods sifting autumn's
dark rot, annamaya kosha:
first beam.
journal
Colorado Review
Feature Date
- September 14, 2021
Series
Selected By
Denise Levertov
The flawed moon
acts on the truth, and makes
an autumn of tentative
silences.
book
New Directions
Feature Date
- September 13, 2021
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Rachelle Toarmino
there are fresh coats of paint
and a world in my mouth!
adhesive doubts
live in the hairs on my tongue!
book
Big Lucks Books
Feature Date
- September 12, 2021
Series
Selected By
Jacqueline Allen Trimble
And that suit
was wearing her, keeping all its promises
in all the right places. Indigo. Matching gloves.
Suede shoes dippity-do-dahed in blue.
journal
Poetry
Feature Date
- September 11, 2021
Series
Selected By
John Ashbery
There was an unshapely tuft where the chimes rang
and forever after it was solid wall.
Nothing so became it as its tiresome
leave-taking.
book
HarperCollins
Feature Date
- September 10, 2021
