Tag: Two Poems
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TWO POEMS by Angela Peñaredondo
ANOTHER WORLD GATHERS I sleep in a bedroom once a horse stable for a monastery. The monks have all turned & the cork trees stripped to red. I am a weak thing. A body down, an eaten up mosquito net…
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TWO POEMS by Derrick Austin
TIDEWATER PSALM …in heaven it is always Autumn —John Donne, Christmas Sermon, 1624 By sunset, the crickets’ trilling begins in the airless damp, rich with salt and the sulfurous fumes the Gulf flags off. Bristling cattails brush my hands. The light-crested water rises and falls like a chest flecked with blonde hairs. I feel estranged…
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TWO POEMS by Sally Wen Mao
MUTANT ODALISQUE This is not an ode. February’s ice razor scalps the gingko trees, their hair pulled skyward like the ombre roots of young women…
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TWO POEMS by Patrick Rosal
UPTOWN ODE THAT ENDS ON AN ODE TO THE MACHETE What happens when me and Willie run into each other on a Wednesday night in Brooklyn? He asks, “Where we going?”
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TWO POEMS by Danielle Mitchell
GOOGLE CENTO Enter: kim kardashian body If you know nothing else about Kim Kardashian, you know that she is an actual woman, a physical body: 5 feet 2 inches, 130 pounds, 38-26-42, 34D Kim Kardashian is queen of her self-made kingdom Kim Kardashian’s Entire Body Is Naked in These…
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TWO POEMS by Sierra Golden
LIGHT BOAT n. A small fishing boat equipped with several 1,000-watt light bulbs hung from aluminum shades to attract squid to commercial fishing grounds. Jesse isn’t really a pirate, but the Coast Guard thinks so when he calls to say he found a body. It doesn’t matter that she’s still alive, so cold she stopped…
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TWO POEMS by Jennifer Givhan
NOCTURNE Then I remembered: Mama wasn’t gone but safe, in her bed, turning in sleep. It was I who went away—from Chopin in the bones, palms heavy with dates like dark purple fingers reaching toward sand, toward fruit sickly sweet…
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TWO POEMS by Airea D. Matthews
SEXTON TEXTS ON INDEPENDENCE DAY Sat. July 3, 8:14 am (1/2) Because there was no other place I went home away from the scene of crazy-making senses came back before dawn in heavy July Sat. July 3, 8:15 am (2/2) my purse wide, thighs wet keys set down bedroom bound where one child also sleeps.
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TWO POEMS by Corey Van Landingham
VIEW POINT, SAN ANDREAS FAULT From here, I see the up-thrust of collision, how the Indio Hills have changed through time. In a year, the sign says…
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TWO POEMS by Joy Ladin
EARLY MORNING FLIGHT Half-empty plane, hot black coffee – it takes so many people to keep my body soaring. I must be important, or at least not dead, and my not being dead must matter, or it wouldn’t be so sunny…
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TWO POEMS by Rachel Eliza Griffiths
DEAR AMERICA I pick you up & you are a child made of longing clasped to my neck. Iridescent, lovely, your inestimable tantrums, I carry you back & forth from the underworlds where your giggles echo, grow into howls.
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TWO POEMS by Lee Sharkey
CIVILIZATION Even in the most inhospitable circumstances there is always time for a cup of tea. Say you live in a cup with a hole blasted in its side in a blasted landscape, by a blasted tree and an empty barrel.