National Poetry Month Day 19: “The Sturdiness” by Sina Queyras
The Sturdiness For a long time I was thinking that I had to do more. The way a dancer looks away from the camera.
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National Poetry Month Day 18: “b my apocalypse” by Laura Zaylea
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Boston Stands in a Sahara of Blood
“The old South Boston Aquarium stands / in a Sahara of snow now,” begins Robert Lowell’s masterpiece, “For the Union Dead,” a poem about race and class in Boston. To…
National Poetry Month Day 17: “Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator” by Jill McDonough
Brandon Bryant: MQ-1 Predator Sensor Operator He lives in Montana now. Talks to German magazines, plus Canadian radio shows. He coaches soccer, still has to tell us everything. How it…
Incarnadine by Mary Szybist
Kent Shaw reviews Mary Szybist's Incarnadine today in Rumpus Poetry.
Into the Fold
Shortly after yesterday’s bombing at the Boston Marathon, my Twitter feed was thick with Bostonians seeking and sharing information: Copley station was closed, cell lines jammed, marathoners meeting on the…
Stunned Silence
What wearies me is how often I have found myself stunned and silent in recent years. What especially wearies me is having such a finely honed vocabulary for tragedy.
National Poetry Month Day 16: “Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year” by Douglas Kearney
Darth Vader, King Laios (Fill Out Their Applications as, Across the Lobby, Genghis Khan’s “Cat’s in the Cradle” Ringtone Plays): Fathers of the Year
Nick Cave Monday #31: “Deanna”
Deanna was a girl from Melbourne, Australia. She meant so much to Nick she got her own song on the 1988 album, “Tender Prey.” If you have ever seen The…
National Poetry Month Day 15: “The Plagiarist” by Nicky Beer
The Plagiarist I only steal from the ones you’ve never heard of,
National Poetry Month Day 14: “Sober Lullaby” by Matthew Henriksen
Sober Lullaby Oak tree in time this story makes no recognition A photo will not distance music caught in a wind That entered the room where the child slept