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For Justin
This is a poem about Justin Chin. This isn't about me. I hate that I have to write this. I wish I could talk to him instead. This isn't about me: I've been rereading Justin. I wish I could talk to him; instead, I'm sitting on Valencia Street. I've been rereading Justin. "Misery meets Luxury." I'm sitting on Valencia Street, where we drank tea. Misery meets luxury: now, there's a retail concept where we drank tea.
Proprietary
Proprietary Published October 10, 2025 In a precisely lighted room, the CFO speaks of start-to-start dependencies. Says let me loop back with you. Says please cascade as appropriate. It's that time of morning; we can all smell the doughnut factory. If scent were white noise, doughnuts would be that scent. The factory won't sell at any price. The building next to it burns the animals we experiment on. I have worked on a few preclinical reports in my time.
Jury convicts Farmington business owner of fraud, threatening a witness
Share To Your Social Network A jury in U.S. District Court in St. Louis found a Farmington, Missouri business owner guilty on Friday of all charges he faced, including bank fraud, Clean Air Act violations, and threatening witnesses. Christopher Carroll, 54, was convicted of three counts of bank fraud, three counts of making false statements to a financial institution, one count of conspiracy to violate the Clean Air Act, 13 violations of the Clean Air Act, and two counts of threatening a witness.
Jury convicts Farmington business owner of fraud, threatening a witness
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Bernal Hill by Randall Mann
About this Poet Poet Randall Mann is the author of Complaint in the Garden (2004), which won the Kenyon Review Prize in Poetry; Breakfast with Thom Gunn (2009), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Gay Poetry and the California Book Award; Straight Razor (2013), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award; Proprietary (2017) a finalist for the Northern...
National EMS Academy offers tuition-free EMT class at Louisiana campuses
April 5, 2024 — The National EMS Academy, a division of Acadian Companies, and South Louisiana Community College are offering the summer EMT class tuition-free to Louisiana residents at their Louisiana campuses. Registration is open now. The class begins on May 27, 2024, with orientation held May 21-22. The class ends in early August. There will be no cost for tuition and fees. Students will only have to pay for books, uniforms, and NREMT testing fees.
Breakfast with Thom Gunn
Poet Randall Mann is the author of Complaint in the Garden (2004), which won the Kenyon Review Prize in Poetry; Breakfast with Thom Gunn (2009), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Gay Poetry and the California Book Award; (2013), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award; (2017) a finalist for the Northern...
After Roethke by Randall Mann
Poet Randall Mann is the author of Complaint in the Garden (2004), which won the Kenyon Review Prize in Poetry; Breakfast with Thom Gunn (2009), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award for Gay Poetry and the California Book Award; (2013), finalist for the Lambda Literary Award; (2017) a finalist for the Northern...
Deal: New and Selected Poems
By Randall Mann Randall Mann appeared to emerge fully formed and fully formalist. Few American poets have written so faultlessly in pantoums, villanelles, sestinas, or page-spanning palindromes; even fewer were thirtysomethings debuting in the early 2000s. Emboldened by his guiding influence, Thom Gunn, the young Mann applied traditional forms to novel (but fittingly formalized) subjects: the patterns and poses of gay sociality, “hanky code” and hookup culture, haute couture and exquisite smut.
Deal: New and Selected Poems
Reviews “Mann’s poetic output for the past two decades has proven consistently provocative and rewarding, and this collection provides an excellent overview of the work of an exceedingly fine poet.” —Diego Báez, Booklist, starred review “Few American poets have written so faultlessly in pantoums, villanelles, sestinas, or page-spanning palindromes; even fewer were thirtysomethings debuting in the early 2000s.
In the Beginning
In the Beginning I am sorry. I am sorry. But I am gone. —Laura Jensen There was a man. Who spun saccharine turns of phrase, burns on the lips. A lapse in judgment occurred, he half inferred. Never meant. Who peeled ailments off pill bottles on a shelf, swallowed more than allowed, to show safety. Because it was safe, he slaked his thirst with ache—but not at first. The cause, a stiff knot. He gifted a scarf with strings— Whatever you say, he sings—and some new little boots.
The End of Landscape
There's a certain sadness to this body of water adjacent to the runway, its reeds and weeds, handful of ducks, the water color manmade. A still life. And still life's a cold exercise in looking back, back to Florida, craning my neck like a sandhill crane in Alachua Basin. As for the scrub oaks, the hot wind in the leaves was language, Spanish moss—dusky, parasitic— an obsession: I wanted to live in it.
Love Calls Us - Audio Poem of the Day
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She Got Love: a circle of spells for Ana Mendieta
She Got Love: a circle of spells for Ana Mendieta Carolina Ebeid from You & Me, Forever! Vanessa Jimenez Gabb Yellow Douglas Kearney Wi-fi Randall Mann Two Poems Shane McCrae Myth Ata Moharreri Held Eileen Myles Three Poems from Brush Arbor Kiki Petrosino The Monkey King Descends from the Clouds HAOLUN XU GOOD BYE
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Too Mousy, Alas by Declan Ryan | Poetry Foundation
Thom Gunn, writing to Clive Wilmer in 1994, notes, “I found myself thinking like the robot dying on the roof at the end of Blade Runner ‘the things I have seen.’” Gunn, who was then 65, is wryly self-dramatizing here, a familiar tone throughout his correspondence, but there’s truth to his boast.
Redux: My Prose Was from the Heart
By The Paris Review February 18, 2020 Redux Every week, the editors of The Paris Review lift the paywall on a selection of interviews, stories, poems, and more from the magazine’s archive. You can have these unlocked pieces delivered straight to your inbox every Sunday by signing up for the Redux newsletter. Valentine’s Day may be long past, but this week at The Paris Review, we’re still preoccupied with the wretchedness of desire.
John Milton
John Milton’s career as a writer of prose and poetry spans three distinct eras: Stuart England; the Civil War (1642-1648) and Interregnum, including the Commonwealth (1649-1653) and Protectorate (1654-1660); and the Restoration. Milton’s chief polemical prose was written in the decades of the 1640s and 1650s, during the strife between the Church of England and various reformist groups such as the Puritans and between the monarch and Parliament.
In Love With Queer Words
This month, Farrar, Straus and Giroux published a new collection of Thom Gunn’s selected poems, a fresh reminder of the late poet’s eloquence and formal rigor. Gunn, a British poet who spent most of his adult life in San Francisco, put traditional poetic forms in service of once-outré subjects such as the Hells Angels, LSD, and queer culture.
The Mortician in San Francisco by Randall Mann
but in 1985 I held the delicate hands I prepared him for burial; by then, Harvey Milk since he was shot. Those were the years, elected on the same day as Dan White. I often wonder about Supervisor White, who was one of us, a Castro queer. down the sentence, seven years— for the blood on his hands; when he confessed that he had shot the mayor and the queer, a few men in blue cheered. And Harvey Milk?
N by Randall Mann
has crawled out of the ocean to carry us from sleep, like sleep, the gray of outer Sunset portending the gray of inner Sunset. And so on. On the N, one should invent intricate fictions for the lives of the passengers: time is a game. Soon we will be underground. But first, the long lush green of Duboce Park, the happiness of dogs! Good-bye now to their owners eyeing one another. Good-bye to the park's locked men's room, where once a man was found dead, his penis shoved into his own mouth.
Listen | Poetry Foundation
This week, Cindy Juyoung Ok speaks with Douglas Kearney, who joins from Saint Paul, Minnesota. Kearney is the author of eight books of poetry, prose, and libretti, and his poems are often highly distinctive both on and off the page. Today’s conversation begins with spite and Scrabble, which Kearney writes about in his new essay in the July/August issue of Poetry, a continuation of the “Hard Feelings” series.
Almost by Randall Mann : Poetry Magazine
no family, and with suspect style. I read it on his antisocial feed. The motel life is all a dream — we were, as they say, living the dream. me Inches, which I gave up for Lent. Our love was threat, like phantom pain. not taking on any new disease. I walk along Pier 5 to kill the myth, of course another stab at myth. I pull my output from the shelf My lack of faith is punctuation — no wait, the lack of punctuation. Every intonation, one more pact In the spattered glass of the republic.
Florida by Randall Mann : Poetry Magazine
Like eelgrass through a glass- bottom boat on the Silver River, I see the state, obscured yet pure. Derision, a tattooed flame crackling underneath the lewd, uncool khaki of an amused park worker. I was the sometimes boy on a leash, my sliver of assent in 1984 — as if it were my decision. The I-75 signage, more than metaphor. As if I had the right to vote. The slumber parties then were hidden wood; the tea so sweet, the saccharin pink and artificial, like intelligence.
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