Catalogue Of Strange Rivers
“—A kind of evil, beauty looks cold in the eye of the ringsaw / —In the river, a strange fish holds itself against the grey water with swift”
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“—A kind of evil, beauty looks cold in the eye of the ringsaw / —In the river, a strange fish holds itself against the grey water with swift”
In this Poetry We Admire column, we honor Renee Good by sharing her poetry and other poems pertinent to this moment in time, along with resources and organizations in Minnesota that you can support.
By Hayley Clin
“from sternum to Eden, / curving over ribs to stand / on the small of your back.”
“I lift my dress to reveal an abyss into which the audience begins falling. // I: Holes at the center.”
By Svetlana Sterlin & Rae White
“dormant injury flares fluorescence through insomnia / am I nothing but cat reclined in day’s fading sunbeam?”
By Samar Abulhassan & Sierra Nelson
“Is the poem on the underside / if I lift this letter up / like a barnacled rock?”
“And that magic’s smell—vernix and blood / and sweat and earth—I didn’t register it / as life. I sensed it and saw my decay.”
“a cruel writer / a wrathful god watching you run / through a veiled aperture in heaven.”
By Charlie Wei
“There’s something elliptic about the way love dies in this compound: in west / wing, a college girl stacks another freshly killed into her ex’s jewelry box.”