National Poetry Month Day 26: Beth Bachmann
nectarine & leather (riot) we said they’d never miss it our skin is twisted as harvest & smells like summer all day I hungered outside for something that is not…
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J.B. Rabin is a writer of essays, literary criticism, and creative nonfiction. Her work has appeared in publications including Harvard Review, Nerve, Bitch, and Natural Home.
National Poetry Month Day 25: Randall Mann
Letters from Satilla Diann Blakely, 1957-2014 1. Have you read Andrew Hudgins’ After the Lost War or even Sidney Lanier’s “The Marshes of Glynn”?
National Poetry Month Day 24: Tyehimba Jess
Sissieretta Jones, Carnegie Hall, 1902: O patria mia. Aida, buried in the darkness of her fate. Aida, singing in the tomb of her lover. Her lover a notion pale as…
National Poetry Month Day 23: Valerie Wetlaufer
Method The tea must be left on the counter, or she won’t remember where it is in the morning. There must be milk
National Poetry Month Day 22: Hayan Charara
The Problem with Me (Beginning with Abu Ghraib) Is the Problem with You (Ending Where the Earth’s Surface Appears to Meet the Sky) A dog outside is barking loudly. Inside,…
National Poetry Month Day 21: Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Four Long Years At Court I really miss the forest. And how I used to hide there with the Queen. I miss how we used to dance and how we’d…
National Poetry Month Day 19: Aziza Barnes
Steeple Talk didn’t know what they were called those white poles jutting out of baptist rooves. they want you to know from a mile away that’s a church, go the…
National Poetry Month Day 18: Tarfia Faizullah
Flawless A kind of perfection, each singular flicker of fireflies left untrapped
National Poetry Month Day 16: Amanda Deutch
Island Factory From water to water he worked he traveled by IND. I know little else about him. Sol worked at a pocketbook
National Poetry Month Day 15: Tara Mae Mulroy
Rituals Since crows are smarter than they need to be, she calls them from the sky to inspect her work. They say, “Hood the eyes.”
National Poetry Month Day 14: Khadijah Queen
Allen Iverson used to hang out at a nightclub in Virginia Beach when I was stationed in Norfolk & all the so-called gold diggers came out to see & be…