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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 here the rain came went
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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”?
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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 the aria circling from her mouth.
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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
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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, everything is quiet. I said I would not, but here…
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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 run from Court.
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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 real estate agent. in water valley the houses are a…
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National Poetry Month Day 18: Tarfia Faizullah
Flawless A kind of perfection, each singular flicker of fireflies left untrapped
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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
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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.”
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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 seen but I didn’t know that until we