"I am indebted to the nameless and the named, the symphony of tractors chased and unchased, the amber waves of grain which assault us in lyrics and postcards." Barns & barn-like & hearts & heart-like & Missy & mystery & meaning. @aliner at @_tapmag_
https://t.co/Vgjhkir4MA
Today I’m teaching middle schoolers “Ode to the Letter B” by Aracelis Girmay & their own odes are fireeeee. This kid just said Z is “a broken hourglass.” 😱🔥
“First termites, then woodpeckers come.
I was left behind by the glacier.
A boulder in the field too big to move.
The stream runs in thick blue ballpoint.”
https://t.co/2tLDIS9idZ
if someone dares publish another “is poetry dead” article, please just tell them they could’ve used that space for a poem, probably a couple poems. and stfu.