National Poetry Month Day 13: “Ghosts” by Brachah Goykadosh
Ghosts
Ghosts who I loved wandering through the glass doors and the turnstiles
without seeing me walking swiftly behind them.
Ghosts
Ghosts who I loved wandering through the glass doors and the turnstiles
without seeing me walking swiftly behind them.
Brachah Goykadosh reviews Matthew Dickman’s Mayakovsky’s Revolver today in Rumpus Poetry.
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Often, in contemporary literature, grief becomes clichéd; O’Rourke, however, avoids sappiness or melodrama. Instead, her poetry probes at the actualization of grief, revealing a startling emotional depth.