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we never stay in the ground long/and you will come when we call/only we come back wrong/only we come back/with the foreign gods hanging on

What are her threats but testimonies of love?

Sonnet 3, 10, 15

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CALLED BACK BOOKS—a new press run out of Oakland, CA and crafted by the poets Sharon Zetter and Lucas M. Rivera—stresses the import of THE BOOK and will be focusing on small volumes from emerging writers, highlighting the discourse of POETRY and a range of mediums germane to the question of ART, METAPHYSICS, LANGUAGE, ETHICS, ETC.

  Usage else makeup without pretty retweeted without personal notes retweeted without notes without personnel retweeting personal doubt is else bulling me typing retweeted. I can’t speak for myself i can’t tweet. I cannot speak of an illness I cannot speak a chance dogging the title unwoken else used i make Bully negated retweeted.   He slows things down, catches the vulture Circling above our clearing in the woods. He Focuses on lichen, close up to mimic Coral. His body dances on the rusting can. I built a garden in the game And spent my labor In that garden, to make it dissimilar. _________________________________ cris cheek is a transdisciplinary poet. He is currently Director of Creative Writing at Miami University in southwest Ohio, where he was the Altman Fellow in [...]

whatever holy something / might want / even me / a teenage symphony / a pure system of spasms / wrecked with sex /

lara glenum

Her snout is scaly + She has a grotty disease


I’m not gonna eat Keats' eye after all and use it/to see who will read me when I’m dead

Amanda w. Book Yellowed

Swallowed Whole Recently, on vacation, I saw a blue heron catch and eat a fish. In its middle, the fish was a good deal larger than the heron’s slender neck. Looking out subway windows, sparks fly, light up graffiti tags in this dark, rat-infested tunnel I am hurtling through. Ideas leap to mind: violence, poverty, being born with very little real opportunity. I’ve been taught these ideas. The heron brought the fish on land, pecked into it repeatedly until it was good and dead, then somehow managed to swallow it whole. Can I have an original idea? It all feels collaborative, this living of life. My original ideas are the smallest of perceptions. I’ve been taught, too, the importance of graffiti as urban art, street culture expressed. I’ve rounded many [...]


On This Side

Maria Gillan Color 5x7 new

Watching the Pelican Die On TV, I watch the pelican with its mouth wide open, its wings and body coated with oil. Is it screaming? I do not hear the sound and since this is a photograph, I don’t know if it was caught in that mouth-stretched howl when it died or if it’s howling in recognition that it cannot survive the thick coat of oil that bears it down. The ladies who take care of you when I’m gone tell me you are having trouble. “His hands,” they say, “his hands.” When I come home, I see that your hands have turned black at the tips and I see that the ends of your fingers have been eaten away. I watch the dead bird in the Gulf floating on [...]

Did Whitman play it safe? Ginsberg? Anne Sexton? Adrienne Rich? No, they didn't and that’s why people remember their work.


It was night: disorienting. Outside, the stars inside the snow were glittering, and you could hear snow and ice melt all around you if you listened. That was a rough winter. Every winter is rough.




The arrogance of triumph comes to inhabit these poems. And their final meaning is nothing less than a luminous joy the poet can affirm even in the midst of loss.


Prayer for Topaz, 1942 Dear God, Mom said you are busy and don’t have time to listen to a little 8-year-old Negro girl from North Carolina and her foolishness, like praying for a box of candy. That would be selfish. But if it’s really important she said, then I should take it to you in prayer like the preacher says on Sundays. I’m not asking for anything for me. But I’ve been hearing the kids at school talking about some place out west called Topaz. At first I thought they were talking about a spot to get rings and flashy jewelry, but Margaret’s big brother, Ed, who’s in 5th grade, says it’s something like a jail where they put Japanese people. I didn’t believe him because he’s always trying to [...]