Intersection #7
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.
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Invocation
By Marlon Hacla (translated by Kristine Ong Muslim)
In the name of the rock. In the name of the lily blossom. / In the name of white paint smeared across a tomb.
Poetry We Admire: Motherhood
By Kim Harvey
For May’s Poetry We Admire, we curated five excellent poems from around the net on the theme of mothers/motherhood.
Vague Lights
By Donnalyn Xu
“without the rain i undress the night myself / like the skin of bruised fruit”
The Guest #2
By Robin Myers
In The Guest, poet and literary translator Robin Myers explores poetry translation as process, practice, vocation, meditation, and craft.
The Bookman
By Lise Goett
“Alden is a bookman. // The gift of a great bookman lies in his ability to pick out the right book for anyone”
Our Father, Who Art
By Gale Acuff
“after Sunday School this morning I / expressed my concern to my teacher and / her answer was tears and a silent weeping”
X-Ray Diptych in Ben Gurion Airport
By Tarik Dobbs
“The body compounds / lack: when the mother lacks light, does her child / inherit absence? Today, / I sleep in a room with no / blinds. Do I carry radiation/ like a sadness? Do I irradiate generations?”
Schizo Plays a Werewolf in a Black and White Film
By Jake Bailey
“I’ve heard / that water makes up most / of an argument / I’ll drink whatever / someone gives / this body is a sponge”