Category: Poetry
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Bad Survivalist: Three Poems by Emily Pinkerton
Go Like This Write in front of mirrors. Talk to yourselfin the bathroom. Spend late nights alone.Wake early, follow the sun. Tread carefully.Forgive with a watchful eye and an ear to the ground. Emergency Control in case I emergency. I handleas indicated. I open. Door turnsand I emergency. I plan. Responseincoming. In case I need.…
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“This Sultry Thing Called Home,” a Bad Survivalist Poem by Dhwanee Goyal
Loosely after Katia Krafft, a French volcanologist. Also somewhat inspired by John Ashbery. There were no landscapes where I lived, only water, its animals. Still, my father used to come home with fire burning the ends of his moustache. You know the story of birth: how woman meets woman, shrieks for every tragedy that could…
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Side A: “Taxonomy of Amnesia,” a poem by Tam Nguyen
Taxonomy of Amnesia I swear I’d trade my body to remember and instantly regret it. Ma and Ba—children of sweat-glazed faces, too-short ribs. Their spines the bridges connecting no worlds. Am I your son at all?The answer a teethmark left on a just-ripened bomb. Anywhere on earth my body will be hijacked by explosions, even…
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Three Poems for Haunted Passages by Eli Dunham
DIDYOUKNOW i watch my body lie down on the floor next to me.i amnowhereat thedinner table yet you speak to me ami themovie? i amupside down driving my car, the world claustrop hobic &glimmer ing.who is the time today? i was born in yesterday.is myhead wrapped in cotton? did you knowi didn’tExist?you think it’sa badthing, through a glass wall…
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“Floating Lessons,” a love poem by Levi Cain
i love you atlantic oceani love you dog beach in februaryyour hair swirling in the wind all perfumei love you arboretum in all seasonsi love you defiant sprout of armpit hairi love you half-smothered squawk at dirty jokes,your eyes like two galaxies backflipping into a black hole full of molassesi love you kiss the size of an…
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Three Poems by Estelle Bajou
Some of Us Are Born Some of us give birth to ourselvesOn the edge of the reservoirWhere you can hear the ice meltI was looking at the mountain behind your faceThinking of you crunching through miles of quiet trees,Thinking of the world without me, forWho has not sat terrified before the heart’s curtainSaying don’t you…
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Four Poems for Haunted Passages: Violet Mitchell
You Buried Me Right Where I Belong baby i watch you watch me destroy myself baby i am staticending gray starting gray i watch you watch me sleep w eyes closed we sleep in dead leaves | i decay along w my precision there are tangles in my armpit hair sweaty coupling w my bluish…
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Two Poems from The Future: Oak Morse
DaBaby, the 49th President Lime Lamborghinis for college grads Diamond grillz for senior citizens Extra! Extra! Read all about it A Nigga in da House, No Cap Strippers hanging from the chandelier Pool with ocean water from Bahamas Slogan: Make jokes. No stress. Love. Live Life. Breaking…
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“Driving Through Geneva” a poem for Flavor Town USA by Avery Gregurich
for Wallace Ferguson Driving through Geneva is not a peaceful practice, holds nopractical mayhem beyond a Cracker Barrel, all lit up in rockingchair relief. When I finally got to Spoon River, it was all out of itsbanks, wandering unforgiven inside of Illinois, and when I got tothe cemetery, the caretaker was smoking, small, and petting…
