It is Impossible to Live
Perhaps grace is a tangible thing only to the one who watches another bleed. The bullet misses everything …
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Requiem for a Democracy
The distance between the bullet & the body is a protest poem; I too am just a metaphor …
UP FOR SLAUGHTER
“I think of my body, discolored and / crude, hospitable only to the / mouth it loves and the rhythm / that follows.”
Goatwater #3
Goatwater is a column which explores the mystifying, joyous and liberating concept of Carnival through the New York born and raised, Caribbean-American perspective of poet and artist Tiffany Osedra Miller.
my death as an A24 movie: ‘and the trees will whisper his name as gospel’
“EXT. ARCTIC TUNDRA – SUNRISE / a hand hangs exanimate by the side of the bed, nails painted in empyrean blue”
Poetry We Admire: Renewal
By Kim Harvey
For October’s Poetry We Admire, we’ve gathered up six recently published poems from around the net all touching on …
Recovery
By Sheila Black
“Of light and its many / moods between languorous and violent. Of / caring and solicitude and the far beach of walking.”
Commercial Fisherman
“The rest is personal packing to keep my insides from falling out, / wrapped around the thing that makes no sense. Duncan’s body, / or what was left of it, washed up in a tide pool.”