from Coït 1 I come in from where I leave I come in you point to where you want me to enter I come in when I come out you […]
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“National Poetry Month” #14: Stephen Cain
ABC: AN AMAZING ALPHABET BOOK! A is for Althusser B is for Barthes C is for Capital D for Descartes E is for Eliot’s mermaid that sings F’s for Foucault […]
Continue reading“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 […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #12: Phil Hall
from THANKS ALL THE SAME Where #7’s survey tangent cuts across the old lumber draw-roads through limestone highlands to the Ottawa a starling picks at a blood-orange thrown half-eaten to […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #11: Cara Benson
from (made) Pile of feathers like raked leaves every child dives into and tosses up to fall as wings between arms and waist. Gathered mounds about the yard. White goose. […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #10: Victor Coleman
From MAL ARME G Independent of a Debate on Form for Kate (in the key of) Because true works (as I often say) in the official canon, have leapt into the […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #9: Erín Moure
PILLAGE 2 (“High Prairie”) – from Pillage Laud by Erín Moure for you who validated the earth with your ferocityWit – whom were you seizing?To read was so comfortable […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #8: Beatriz Hausner
External Mutation Still, I am relentlessly drawn to these outward signs of inward subversion. I lust for women who show signs of intensity. Who are not afraid of extremes… I […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #7: Michael Woods
from World News Story A man out in the City who lost his information technology job three weeks before had to sign on to the dole for the first time […]
Continue reading“National Poetry Month” #6: Sandra Ridley
From “Testamonium”, The Counting House XV. You began with love. Unfailing. Intended invariably. Love always involves a degree of pain. In that. Constancy. The possessor never explicitly admitted or denied. […]
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