Except for that (I love you) After “Sunset Debris” by Ron Silliman Everything is a lucky guess? Does it worsen? Does it cure the ache? Have you washed the sweaters yet? Can you repeat that? Will you tell me again? Did it mess it up? How do you know if it’s Orion or just three […]
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i told my mother that i’m depressed
i told my mother that i’m depressed i told her that i was tired She cried Where was the Support? She cried dad has an ulcer i cant cry i don’t cry who is allowed to be depressed why is it never me sometimes i hate her usually i hate myself there is screaming downstairs […]
The Great Weight of the World!
If I Could Have A Baby With Symmetry or Another Solid Object Surely, this sweat isn’t the same sweat It couldn’t be. There’s no sizzle Pop or stop to missing your Hair kinking up with enthuse— my greatest pleasure. Your eyes In teaching moments. In real time my world swells and this is almost Too […]
Flarf Poetry:
Flarf poetry is confusing. Poets.org provides a brief guide to flarf which somehow confuses me further. There were three options of a definition to observe: 1) Wrong. Un-PC. Corrosive, cute, cloying, awful. 2) Poetry with a heavy use of google searches, almost community written. Poems that are continuation, revision, or even a plagiarization, all out […]
Fight or Flight
I will start this by saying there is no way I can relate to the feelings represented in Ross Gay’s “Pulled Over in Short Hills, NJ, 8:00 AM”. I am a cisgender white woman who grew up in a privileged area, went to a wonderful well-funded school, and have never had to experience an event […]
In Response to Notes for Echo Lake 4
Did he talk to you Did you she what she saw I do the talking My words formed by turns and curves The lion spoke It spoke to me As the dog barked The shadowy dog barked Did you hear the juggler Did you hear the embarrassed juggler Is she in the portrait Did they […]
An Earnest Attempt at New Formalism
Speaking of Scales September enters softly; see my soul Is seeking new depths, taking lighter steps. Trees of myrtle give leaves to the hungry ground, Where this season’s first red and gold are found; They trace proof of blood, and rage, heroes loaned. O Muse how I hunger, o how I groan! For a heav’n: […]
In a Field at Dawn
In the morning First light appears across the fields The first bird calls out, Heralding the arrival of a new day A decade prior Looking out across the vast ocean above the breaking waves. Foam gathers into shapes and places People I knew, and buildings long gone Another wave breaks, breaking brick and mortar […]
Restraint? How embarrassing!
Before taking this class, when I thought of contemporary American poetry, Sylvia Plath was one of, if not the first, poet to come to mind as embodying the genre. It has always saddened me that as celebrated as she is, she struggled so much in her life, and that comes through both in her poetry […]
August 29th: A Poem for Suicide Prevention Month
*TW: suicide August 29th I turned Four today. Blew out the bright white light, again. This time it’s a celebration. I tried my best to blow it out once Four years ago. But I couldn’t finish it. I guess, I’m no good at it. Dad didn’t raise a quitter. But I never saw […]