Tag Archives: Narrative Poetry

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LYNN POWELL

By Lynn Powell: THE MOON RISING Sly old guru, Rorschach moon, you’re calling me again with your round riddle, your paradox of Ohm and moan. All day the sun was up on its soapbox, a Pollyanna casting out the darkness … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HEATHER WHITED

A MAY EVENING, EVERYTHING IS OK By Heather Whited A pink and white bloom Split open splayed to look like a pair Of lungs breathing on the sidewalk. All cars are diamonds in glittering rows. It is the sun tonight; … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: RACHEL HEIMOWITZ

REFRESH By Rachel Heimowitz We raise them in lemons, in buttercream, in cornmeal, we cut the crust off every loaf and serve blueberries to those who can’t abide the crumbs. We let them ride our arms like cowboys, and when … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HALA ALYAN

IN JERUSALEM By Hala Alyan Forgetting something doesn’t change it. In Jerusalem a man blocked the door in front of a hostel to tell me to unpin my hair. I did, but then kept the story from anyone for years. … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LITTLE CLIMATES

From Little Climates By L. A. Johnson: EPISTEMOLOGY I never had quiet times in the kitchen making an icebox cake. I never inspected the back of the box, folded wafers up with cream. In the morning, you fix whatever needs … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MAX RITVO

By Max Ritvo: Holding a Freshwater Fish in a Pail Above the Sea He strips health out of the water, reminding me of my mother. I walk in sea and hold my sweet fish above me, no small feat given … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MARISA CRAWFORD

By Marisa Crawford: I’m too sensitive for this world / this Foot Locker Oh right, the bomb Sorry so boring 300-year-old wiener dog China teacups rimmed in gold Oh right, underwater Backwards somersault, no Outside w/ the flowers Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like … Continue reading

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