National Poetry Month
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National Poetry Month Day 14: “Matthew 5:4” by Ruben Quesada
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Take me. Take this. My wasted life and all its bliss—the sea of your waking body
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National Poetry Month Day 13: “Coupling” by Kelli Russell Agodon
Coupling When I said, I don’t remember, what I meant was I wasn’t paying attention, or Quiet, I’m reading. Similar to when I said, We should clean the living room, what I meant was, Get your crap off the couch
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National Poetry Month Day 12: “Sestina After a Miscarriage” by Daniel Priest
Sestina After a Miscarriage -For WV After that long loss they stumble home with an empty locket and box of ashes, stand crying on each other in the kitchen, spill half the box into her hands and out across the…
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National Poetry Month Day 10: “One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America” by Kyle McCord
One Last Thing I Must Tell You About America When spring comes at last it rains white petals.
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National Poetry Month Day 9: “We Came Because the Romans Came, Joseph” by Dena Rash Guzman
We Come Because the Romans Came, Joseph You are a scene, an obscene staggering, your legion balls cold & wanting a beach or bayou, a hot place
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National Poetry Month Day 7: from “The Singing Ape, Or, Life in Pink” by Amy Letter
from “The Singing Ape, Or, Life in Pink”
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National Poetry Month Day 6: Honorée Jeffers
According to the Testimony to the Grand Jury of Newport, Rhode Island by the Sailor John Cranston, After Throwing a Coromantee Woman Into the Sea, James DeWolf, the Captain of the Slave Ship Polly, Mourned the Loss of the Good Chair to Which He Had…
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
To start, love gets metaphorically steam cleaned by Grant Snider. Brandon Hicks adds his two cents with “The Hierarchy” of artistic and literary achievement. Meanwhile, Oliver Bendorf experiments with line and repetition in “Both/Both” and joy greets Katherine Ossip in…
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National Poetry Month Day 5: “Innocence: A Memoir” by Kathleen Ossip
Innocence: A Memoir All souls grow roughly, out of careless errors. This month brings two things: the moon and you, both at my breasts.
