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Articles by Rage Hezekiah
How I Wrote “Ingredients”
“Ingredients” appears in Issue 44. *** Have other people swept their floors with such desperation that they’ve broken their brooms? Maybe. But I might not know that unless I admit that I’ve done it multiple times. This is one of the gifts of poetry for me: when I bring these truths to the page I feel less alone. In recovery, I’ve heard the phrase “everything I’ve let go has my claw marks all over it.” This feels true to me.
YEARN by Rage Hezekiah
Bibliographic Details ISBN: 9781939728524; full-length poetry collection, 7x9" paperback Publication Date: July 2022 Author: Rage Hezekiah Location: Doha, Qatar & Richmond, VA Distribution: Distributed by Diode Editions About the Collection Contour is a lie—a sensitive line. It grieves the separation between the body and the land. It asks the enduring question of illusive space: Are we indeed dissociable and, above all else, manageable?
CPR Vol. 23, Issue 6 is Now Online
Among poems about the unspoken and unseen, CPR Vol. 23, Issue 6 features poems about strength: the fear and bravery in “Ending in Both Darkness and Light” by Andrea Hollander, the “killer storms” in “Close Calls” by John Palen, and themandatory evacuations caused by fire season in “House above our Hands” by Millicent Borges Accardi.
At the Zoo by Uttaran Das Gupta
Befriending a couple is like arriving in a European town where the language[1] is unfamiliar to you. Schoolgirls sing near the synagogue of apricots, sage— What did you hear? What did you recognise? Zucker, or cukr, or شکر or azucar[2]? A forensic attempt can jeopardise brunch plans—you’ve got the backseat in their car, They take you one afternoon to the zoo: hippopotamus, gazelle, great hornbill, the gharial sunning itself, a kangaroo. “What did we see last time?
House above our Hands by Millicent Borges Accardi
Inspired by “School’s Out 1975” by Paula Neves We form the steeple with our fingers and blow Into our palms, hoping for the whistle sound Of a new spirited hopefulness. Wishing us forward To a time when the earth would not be charred Rough grey and gauged out like a new valley floor. We want to stop hearing about mandatory evacuations, the Topanga Boulevard closed to traffic For nearly a week, thousands of us displaced To the streets, a friend’s couch or school gymnasium.
Dismantling by Simone Muench & Jackie K. White
Her armless arms, her hairless head, lost doll feathering through duckweed, porcelain skull lighting the shallow pond like those eels, like eroding corals, so much loss always, and I, too, adrift— a word on the verge of extinction, a boat going down in the harbor, an item on a list undone. We are pieces hung upside down like cows in meat coolers, divested of our tongues and their coarse pronouncements, their search for a final satiating flavor.
Cento for Surrender
April 26, 2021 Issue 21, Issue 21 Poetry, Poetry By RAGE HEZEKIAH Nostalgia is a well- intentioned wound, you have to hold it in mind all at once— you have to need it enough. I’ve been running from what needs me. Perhaps we are not responsible for the lives of our parents. We become a beautiful collection of knots trembling on the floor. Why should we mourn? Isn’t this the history we want, one in which we survive? Mold me daily into a bridge between what I have forgotten and what I owe.
On Anger by Rage Hezekiah - Poems
say it with your whole black mouth: i am innocent & if you are not innocent, say this: i am worthy of forgiveness, of breath after breath i tell you this: i let blue eyes dress me in guilt walked around stores convinced the very skin of my palm was stolen & what good has that brought me? days filled flinching thinking the sirens were reaching for me & when the sirens were for me did i not make peace with god? so many white people are alive because we know how to control ourselves.
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Sophie Lucido Johnson's work has appeared in the New Yorker, The New York Times, The Guardian, The Believer, and elsewhere. Her first book was called "Many Love."
On Anger
Jupiter means anger. Sun Ra does not. Sun Ra dances the Cake Walk on Saturn’s pulpy eyes. If you believe that, I’ll tell you another one. The first is 13 and the next is 20. They were not good boys but they were boys. They were boys who died for this thing or that.
On Anger
poem —Cincinnati, Ohio, 1987 Rage is the language of men, layers of particulates fused. Rage is the wine father pours to the ground for men whose time has passed. Rage is gripped in the hands poem Jupiter means anger. Sun Ra does not. Sun Ra dances the Cake Walk on Saturn’s pulpy eyes. If you believe that, I’ll tell you another one. The first is 13 and the next is 20. They were not good boys but they were boys. They were boys who died for this thing or that.
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