In the post office downtown, the mural over the postmaster’s door, picture The History of Corn. The post office itself reeked, steeped by all the perfume and cologne sample cards advertisers inserted in magazines and catalogues. — “Clothesline,” Michael … https://t.co/Wm7aoctyIC
“He read very short poems very quickly that were very funny and there the pages on the ground after he read from them. The poems went off like hand grenades, one after the other.” —“Blue Hair,” Michael Martone
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We missed you. Please enjoy our … https://t.co/Ze6cuTJ52P
Now live at the website, David Greenspan's Nervous System with Dramamine. "misspoken word, mistaken test. All error birthed inside though not self. Proxy to organ, kidney perhaps, filtering toxins. Often communal on a bench, lattice worked wood, fingers … https://t.co/5hsBu9iMIh
New at https://t.co/71CSF84ihH, David Greenspan's nervous system with dramamine. Chapbooks count for the #poetry#sealeychallenge. Read Greenspan and others at the site. TODAY. Do it today.
i am always a way: bursting in a mouth; blooming towards a cleft; thinking of things in relation to
plurality.
-- Afieya Kipp, "never a mother, twice a child" https://t.co/cUIGkihH8U
i spread the greatest love of my life on toast // sugared his brain & licked it clean // my fear of the
infinite unknown unfurled like steamed peach skin in his hands used
chicken grease
on my lips as a mating call // the milk of durian // the hot oo… https://t.co/0wYJqJFaGb
... children, strength, self-preservation, journeys, television, weed, poetry, femmes, sobriety, impotence, things that are broken and can be fixed, things that are broken and cannot be fixed, things that are broken for the sake of being broken, painting… https://t.co/fQanHEFgSo
What is more dangerous—
perfection in the body or
perfection in the mind? I saw the sea shell
everywhere making a unit of life,
the unsprung sound
of a thing unseen.
— from “Blessed Is” by Aditi Machado
Read the rest at https://t.co/yGaAfTmlMv https://t.co/9KrbxYED2W
did power give things meaning? did meaning exist beyond —
all that silliness, all those surfaces, all those plastics?
baby didn’t know, she just didn’t know.
— from “SEVEN STEPS TO A GNARLY AWAKENING” by Elizabeth Houston
Read the rest at theoffendin… https://t.co/vNuTnylQkx
Did you miss us? We missed you. We have TWO chapbooks to share, starting with Back to the Future: Poems from the Past featuring work from the TOA 1.0 archive.
“Some poems are flat—in fact, most are. These poems ask little from the reader. These poems … https://t.co/8xReuUDCmI
New podcast episode featuring a conversation with @vivianehoule and poems by @jeremyhawkins @sgmiller31 and others!
Link in bio! https://t.co/Wk5WOeCA7V
... I’m sitting under those Georgia pines
across from the old stage where
colleagues would put on plays—
Jane Eyre (but a comedy), atoms, twigs
on the stage now, things, they say,
are events, stones, events, the poem,
voice—all events...
-- Sandra Simo… https://t.co/Mr5GQNkc1B
This fall, TOA tried something a little different for our chapbook. Inspired by the graphic scores of Canadian vocalist and artist Viviane Houle (@vivanehoule), TOA editor Avni (@singstooloud) reached out to writers in a Facebook post to gauge interest i… https://t.co/yGHv3RNlYb
O bitter the invading blaze, burnt
the lost and winding, un-found root
writhe, un-warped and un-weft, Crawling Chaos
(praised be thy name)
-- Jimmy Fishhawk (16)
New chapbook alert! The first collaborative chap of its kind, we proudly present Unsung So… https://t.co/NsU53rwHQf
Quiet storms linger In these lines
So still, so fortunate Moons cradle
A prayer
That becomes your lullaby
— Mariam Ahmed (@mariamcredible), from MAP: Moments of Astral Projection https://t.co/5d0NFz0S48
This spring is sonorous / and its
song gifted / a thousand notes
I offered my arm
as a new branch
— Mariam Ahmed (@mariamcredible), from MAP: Moments of Astral Projection https://t.co/JHFBURNAhR
Nettle leaves settled below moving boughs
Grateful blooms sprout through soil
And flowing sunlight peppered by shadows
Long after the air stills
— Mariam Ahmed https://t.co/zIUxQYRX5z
The fluorescent buzz fades. Moths slam the glass, as if to get under skin. Here we are in the search party. — @katiejeanshinkle https://t.co/cccKL3ugT2