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Tag Archives: American Poetry
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: CARL PHILLIPS
CHROMATIC BLACK By Carl Phillips Of the many things that he used to say to me, there are two I’m certain of: You taste like a last less-than-long summer afternoon by the shore just before September; and You’re the kind … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TONY HOAGLAND
THE COMPLEX SENTENCE By Tony Hoagland The kind Italian driver of the bus to Rome invited her to his house—she was obviously hungry—and gave her sandwiches and raped her. All those years ago—she smiles while telling it—contemptuous, somehow of her … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Poetry, Poetry International, Poetry of Loss
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: SPRING!
New York’s Jefferson Market Garden in full spring bloom; the editor enjoying the same. Flower photos by Sivan Butler-Rotholz. Editor photo by Frank Ortega. Poems & Excerpts For Spring: For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ARLENE KIM
By Arlene Kim: (Today’s poems originally appeared in Diode and appear here today with permission from the poet.) Arlene Kim grew up on the east coast of the U.S. before drifting westward. Her first collection of poems What have you … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Asian American Poetry, Poetry, Poetry International
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: CATHERINE PIERCE
Photo by Megan Bean BECAUSE I’LL NEVER SWIM IN EVERY OCEAN By Catherine Pierce Want is ten thousand blue feathers falling all around me, and me unable to stomach that I might catch five but never ten thousand. So I … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MATT HART
DAILY CHORES By Matt Hart The important things don’t just happen by accident They don’t get said if no one’s willing to go out on a limb and maybe fall into the waiting arms of the meadow, the meadow so … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
SPRING By Edna St. Vincent Millay To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PRAYERS LIKE SHOES
FROM PRAYERS LIKE SHOES By Ruth Forman STAND why so afraid to stand up? someone will tell you sit down? but here is the truth someone will always tell you sit down the ones we remember kept standing PRAYERS LIKE … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Feminist Poetry, Peace Poetry, Poetry, Poetry of Faith, Poetry of Loss, Spiritual Poetry
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANDREA COHEN
THE COMMITTEE WEIGHS IN By Andrea Cohen I tell my mother I’ve won the Nobel Prize. Again? she says. Which discipline this time? It’s a little game we play: I pretend I’m somebody, she pretends she isn’t dead. (Today’s poem … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IT BROKE ANYWAY
FROM IT BROKE ANYWAY By April Michelle Bratten THE SEE-THROUGH GIRL The first time Kyle punched me, he did it on the thigh. He said he imagined bashing my head in with a hammer on a quiet evening in the … Continue reading