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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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 19, 2021
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 18, 2021
Katie Farris
Once, many
years ago, we made
love at a friend’s
house. We were over-
night guests, not
perverts (on the whole) . . .
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 17, 2021
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 16, 2021
Paul Valéry (translated from the French by Nathaniel Rudavsky-Brody)
I was waiting for who knows whom? (You? or day—or—)
A thought came.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 15, 2021
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 14, 2021
We are, as she says, “living our whole lives in a state of emergency” and therefore have no choice but to resist the petty politics of disenfranchisement peddled by nationalist revanchism and instead to embrace a truly radical form of conservatism — the effort to “save that earthly life, that miracle of being, which poetry conserves and celebrates.”
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- September 13, 2021
Denise Levertov
The flawed moon
acts on the truth, and makes
an autumn of tentative
silences.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 13, 2021
Rachelle Toarmino
there are fresh coats of paint
and a world in my mouth!
adhesive doubts
live in the hairs on my tongue!
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 12, 2021
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.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- September 11, 2021
