Autumn: an old dog gnaws at burrs. Hours pass but who recalls the backfilling of each minute?
from the great Eric Pankey's "Of the Epic One Recalls a Passage"
https://t.co/2o67NuH7kv
"Some of us detach and become air. We are breathed in and out from lung to lung, until we find a cloud watcher or a star gazer who pushes us up and out of the atmosphere."
from "One of Those Dead" by lena kinder
https://t.co/6vAjOnoYVN
"They land planes, they land helicopters and rockets. We are sparrowed and cowed. We write poems. They rewrite tomorrow. They use all caps and AI. The coffeepot cools. The toaster shines."
from a spectacular pair of poems by seth hagen: https://t.co/gNSVkJF80N
"The story was that there had been spies in our midst for far longer than we suspected. Something had gone out, something viral, something that could not be put back."
from "An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale" by c.c. russell
https://t.co/y7tIvmyXUz
god willing, we are going to announce a chapbook contest SOON because you need a goal to get you through this summer.
(maybe that’s projecting. maybe you’re going to have a very pleasant, temperate summer. we hope so.)
"Prose poetry is a monster-child of two incompatible impulses, one which wants to tell a story and another, equally powerful, which wants to freeze an image, or a bit of language, for our scrutiny."
Charles Simic
"it is noon & i grieve for the sun. for that yellow giant as big as my heart. for its audacity to come near me."
everything beautiful and painful all swirled together in "the insistence of things" by Anneliz Marie Erese:
https://t.co/uJ4Uc0z7Lu