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Abecedarian for the Walking Woman
Alleys: never. Boulevard: maybe. But only in broad daylight. Corners: not without a label. Dead end to end up dead. Entrance: not without a fee. Fear? Always. on route to a gangplank. Hill: where they found Heather's body. Into the garden: a flaming sword swung against Eve. Near Joshua Tree: more bodies and next to a knoll: a doll. Livid? Also always. when loathed as marionettes in the morning; nowhere girls by night. Overlook: not without witnesses.
Self-Portrait Lined by Tomas Tranströmer
by Simone Muench and Jackie K. White | I stood in a room that contained every moment— it contained Tranströmer, insects, and charcoal drawings, pocket watches, minarets surrounded by stars, dusty tomes, moss-damp boulders, a mascara wand, and the fragment of a map to a secret memory I was supposed to mine.
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?
My wife was right by Rage Hezekiah
when she said the mice would burrow back into the deep bin. Reaching my hand into the barrel’s hovel, their nest skittered— cottoned in salvage. We tipped the tiny family into damp oak leaves on the lawn & rid the bin of seed. I’d filled our feeders beckoning goldfinches, black-capped chickadees, suet for sapsuckers. My wife worried they’d return— I dismissed her fears. Days later, black dust littering the cover, evidence of reentry.
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.
They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing
$35.95 In stock They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing quantity About They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing includes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction, as well as hybridized forms that push the boundaries of concepts like “genre” and “author.” Contributors to this anthology include: Kelli Russell Agodon, Anne-Marie Akin, Maureen Alsop, Kimberly Quiogue Andrews, Nin Andrews, James Ardis, Cynthia Arrieu-King, Amy Ash,...
Summer 2020: Self-Portrait Lined by Adam Zagajewski
Illustration: Dan Streeting Try to praise the mutilated world, mangled with politicians and effigies, marvelous with its blueberries and boats petal-plucked amid our pouting. Praise the serrated blade that cuts tomatoes and duct tape, praise clock towers, bee keepers and bricklayers, the smell of hyacinth and sea salt, the locations memorializing our loss. Praise that loss, the lip-biting rawness singed from this choked singing.
“I Am Now in Love with _____”
Inspired by Kathleen Balma’s “Sonnet after Watching Blue Planet II,” write a deranged, shattered, and/or pseudo-sonnet that is also an ekphrastic poem—but instead of responding to a painting, speak to a film or TV series. The only other stipulations are as follows: a) Instead of providing a final rhyming couplet, rhyme the first and last line of the poem; and b.
Love Begets Love
A collection of poetry prompts, based on fourteen-line poems from the Love Issue Lesley Wheeler, Jenna Le, Anna Maria Hong, Simone Muench, & Maryann Corbett flourish in imperish —Anna Maria Hong, “Romanze,” Ecotone 28 About this guide In April 2020, Ecotone’s editors invited poets with work in the Love Issue to try an experiment: choose another poem from the issue, and create a poetry-writing prompt inspired by it.
The Death Metal Pastorals
The Death Metal Pastorals turns over the rolling green hills of the idyllic American landscape, excavates their violences, and attenuates the powers that live atop them. In Ryan Patrick Smith’s pastoral, “nothing works here but blood & radio,” and from page one, we know we’re entering a landscape at once more ominous and more vigilant than anything conjured by Spencer, Drayton, or Marlowe.
They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing
They Said: A Multi-Genre Anthology of Contemporary Collaborative Writing includes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction, as well as hybridized forms that push the boundaries of concepts like “genre” and “author.” Contributors to this anthology include: Kelli Russell Agodon, Anne-Marie Akin, Maureen Alsop, Kimberly Quiogue Andrews, Nin Andrews, James Ardis, Cynthia Arrieu-King, Amy Ash, Jennifer Atkinson, Devon Balwit, Amy Sayre Baptista, Tom Barlow, Tina Jenkins Bell, Andrea Blancas...
An Exceeding Sun: Michael Anania on Gwendolyn Brooks
When Quraysh Ali Lansana first invited me to blog about Gwendolyn Brooks, I was elated to be allowed this opportunity to write about such an influential American poet and Chicago icon. However, a few days later, I began to worry about what exactly I had to contribute to the larger conversation regarding Brooks.
Poetry - NYTimes.com
Muench’s brief fifth collection, composed of short poems all titled “Wolf Cento,” would not be out of place beside “True Blood,” “Twilight” (or Team Jacob, anyway) and other popular fantasies of escaped inner monsters.
The Future is an Animal
In every kind of dream I am a black wolf careening through a web. I am the spider who eats the wolf and inhabits the wolf's body. In another dream I marry the wolf and then am very lonely. I seek my name and they name me Lucky Dragon. I would love to tell you that all of this has a certain ending but the most frightening stories are the ones with no ending at all. The path goes on and on. The road keeps forking, splitting like an endless atom, splitting like a lip, and the globe is on fire.
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