Poetry
Coherence
She loved the sound so much, she did all the gutting after that. I enjoyed the feeling of washing the dishes,
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Gulab Jamun
Not a day goes by without the auto horns, Or the political instability, Or chai,
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i think of you often and fondly
it’s not like you’re the one that got away— i let you go, i let you go, i let you go
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Three Poems by Gavrila Derzhavin in Translation
Peter Orte and John Hamel present translations of Derzhavin’s three poems.
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red bean
I spend the forty-five minutes warming up, front-kicking & later getting my back straightened by sabumnim on the hard-wood, eyes
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Hippopotamus Rain
I’ve developed an obsession with unabridged, rambling, disordered lists:
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Zoomorph
He sits cross-legged in the slant- light that cleaves a plane in the cave floor, a line that recedes with the sun
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Finding the Center
Round and brown, he hops amid the spikey chaos of salmon berry, tail upright, body shaking with what one ornithologist called
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Kaleidoscope Girl
“Not even skin that sparkles should be shown, You Lilith. You lady of the night, dancing like no one can see you. Who do you think you are?”
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South Fork Yuba Equinox
And we two are caught once again between the thing and its reflection.
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A Brief History of My First Marriage 1969
Chinook, the Snow Eater, drools. Electric lavender shimmers down its scaley silver cheeks.
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The Greatest Poem Ever Written
But. The greatest poem ever written, also must be a war poem,
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Hillo
She was a fossil with no story to tell, no story of her own: yet contained in that dormant pulse were the stories of all…
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Of Love and Laundry
Grateful for any help, I wept. My ex-sister-in-law. My friend. I had screamed Shame on you. My enemy holding my laundry.
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Dancing with Shame
I should say no more dancing on the outside since shuffling shame-faced off the stage classmates snickering But sister of spring’s first daffodils
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Perennial Daughter
My mother’s kitchen counters are forever scented by lemons she juiced
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Two Poems by Noreia Rain
it’s because i have time now, in these stolen hours in which tree shadows stretch across the windows and outside, and the air is just starting to drape itself in cold and to exhale its fog into the golden streetlamp glow.
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Ark
All vessels have names, even a container ship whose utilitarian appearance does not elicit poetry. Ever Given. Blood oranges, mahogany, lemons,
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What it feels like to wake up and be gay for the first time in your life but also like the way you were supposed to wake up the whole time
There used to be a snag. It was in the chest and like a ponytail caught
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The Tricks Witches Play
You fattened the pigs in your stye with acorns and beech mast, And with a wave of your wand, you transformed them into men.
Poetry
Hyphen Log
question mark-comma-hyphen marks punctuated by division upon division a leaving-behind
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Fanny Appleton Longfellow Predicts Her own Death
Lo! Were I a woman bottled and kept, written of as battles bloodied and blessed.
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Ant Colony
You asked me how to kill An ant colony I told you to press firmly on each speck Until you thought they were no longer breathing,
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Jonestown
The jungle has reclaimed the camp, a bed of daisies growing now where the pavilion was. The oil drum stands rusting, its remembrance burnt away.