“National Poetry Month” #22: Aisha Sasha John

self-portrait self-hugging elegance being a favourite escape elegance itself always wanting it felt true and that’s elegance, grace like a calm wind I am happy to know such elegance and scared, maybe, to show all my elegance how time didn’t halt it. over a season having passed and I’m ripe here still with elegance I’m […]

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“National Poetry Month” #21: Shannon Maguire

from “Pearl/Buttons” near the hour of dawn a stranger      unfamiliar flowers she might have been named               Sylvia or Buttons or Applied Computing              Astrolabe and near to her the split                     of daisy bombs 53 reviews of recent accidents            and a Book of Hours of detentions at the crossings          a small log with names encumbering      just beyond the air-stream           planes landing amid various species of […]

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“National Poetry Month” #19: Colin Fulton

Friendship You can say it. Our friendship concluded conceptually over the course of several uneventful weeks, and our poems lent recognition to and provided impetus for many world movements. Long before my receptive friend and I could formulate a response, and considering that we had once again failed to meet quorum (despite how very pleasant […]

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“National Poetry Month” #17: Kim Minkus

3 nonets from “24 Nonets After Reading Edward Byrne’s Sonnets: Louise Labé” 7 Lying spirit tightly strung you are most dangerous with all the points of your desire I come gently into hazard pure terrible burning pain half hard – the other cruel a thousand parts to cry over afternoons of grief cruel and therefore […]

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“National Poetry Month” #16: David Dowker & Christine Stewart

a breach (amphibrach) object ache* each abject stratification collapses in the culmination which brings us to the apex of the inverse aversion, spiritualized app- liances hap- hazardly rap- tured, tri- geminal peripherals vibrate or gesticulate, a squip quinty or cryogene plasmate, cryptic inarticulate acetate say golgi embodiment raised inchoate waferthin instrumentality be that as it […]

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“National Poetry Month” #13: Christine McNair

A FOOL’S GRACE bed me with lavender tattoo some cuneiform abjad into cardiac vessels hot cut radiance blister packed, a two-for-one offer of woad bled over bit lip, wrinkled stems pollinate broken umbrellas, debride torn silk back into lovers’ spit, pacify capillaries but just let go: release my feckless heart full punch to the ticker […]

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