Intersection #4
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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The Luster of Everything I’m Already Forgetting
“I press my mouth to my son’s warm back, cowbells distant. This wild / longing to keep my body between his & any kind of desolation.”
PSALM WITH PASSING TRAIN
“I held my own arms out / like a cross, wanting // to hold her back, to pull her / closer.”
Deadlines: February & March
Every 15th of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your voice to find the world. The next six weeks include: Frontier Poetry, Tinderbox, Copper Nickel, Cave Canem, Black Warrior Review and Jabberwock.
Poetry We Admire: Eros
By Kim Harvey
Time to turn up the heat on this chilly February with some Poetry We Admire on the theme of Eros— a specially selected curation of recently published poems full of sensuality, desire, and an exploration of erotic love.
What Will Happen
By Leila Chatti
“There will be in your life an absence so big / you will not believe it. You will say Show me / the body, and they will not show you the body.”
America’s First Female Muslim Judge Found Floating in a River
“In April we will find her body. / It is March. New York is gray, in between / seasons like a heart undecided / between new love and loss.”
Circle of Stones
“My mother masks my face. / Sharp lungful of lemon. / It’s like the trees have arms / that ask, that are asking”