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National Poetry Month Day 1: Cynthia Cruz
GUIDEBOOKS FOR THE DEAD And the enchantment of children’s hospitals.
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National Poetry Month Day 31: “Why R&B First Thing In The Morning, Why R&B Above All” by Angel Nafis
We’re never satisfied with the 30 days of poetry National Poetry Month allots, so we’re extending it by a day. We’d like to thank all the poets who shared their work with us this year. And here to take us…
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National Poetry Month Day 30: “Dear Weather” by Alison Stine
Dear Weather Dear weather, what are you? It’s not the season, but there he stands: old man in flannel,
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National Poetry Month Day 29: “Deconstruction: Citizenship” by Kenji Liu
Deconstruction: Citizenship Have you ever been a member of or in any way associated either directly or indirectly with? Indirectly a biometric hazard, activate. Associated with a cold rubber stamp. Are we within earshot of a dissection table? Your eagle…
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National Poetry Month Day 27: “Scientific” by Marisa Siegel
Scientific A pond / reflecting / koi swimming slipping through strands / of refraction. Cue shadow and its companion. The pathology justifies nothing / the disease has created.
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National Poetry Month Day 26: “The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road” by Ada Limón
The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road That we might walk out into the woods together, and afterwards make toast in our sock feet, still damp from the fern’s wet grasp, the spiky needles stuck to our legs, that’s all…
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National Poetry Month Day 25: “Poem For Her In Time” by Christian Anton Gerard
Poem For Her In Time –After Her and Wallace Stevens I. Thirteen days. This morning I counted, read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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National Poetry Month Day 24: “Imagénes” by Juan Sánchez Peláez, translated by Guillermo Parra
Imágenes I Tú, que asímismo en la copa de tu verbo desbordas el líquido. Yo, que despeño tu grito
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National Poetry Month Day 23: “Pre-Need” by Stacey Lynn Brown
Pre-Need In the same cemetery where Uncle Remus lies, my father’s crypt awaits, his mother,
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National Poetry Month Day 22: “The Limit” by Adam McGovern
The Limit “I don’t see them,” I saidwhen my mom told me men were landing on the moonbut I wasn’t surprised they were, and why would I be,I was expecting themat that age, in that era when you had no…
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National Poetry Month Day 20: “Conflict Tourism” by Erika Meitner
Conflict Tourism Belfast, NI People here think my accent is charming because America is young. Today at the Friday bakery