Dramaturgy
“As if sin were a banked dark in flood-lit / Chiaroscuro. As if light / were revelation, as if gesture or illumination were / truth,”
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“As if sin were a banked dark in flood-lit / Chiaroscuro. As if light / were revelation, as if gesture or illumination were / truth,”
This June, Palette’s Poetry We Admire column looks at four recent poems which all engage with the theme of The Body, a site of growth, of memory, of loss and beginning, of wishes granted, left, or half-fulfilled.
I split the horizon of my body to get to the center— / a sparkly soft bellied fish, small enough / to swim in the color of your eye.
“once / having a / taste / upon the tongue that I was never able to name / I ran a mad dash / for water”
O hands that wound, / no one sung this song to you, / no one rimmed your neck with shame.
will you stain the sky in black smoke / will you tell ghost stories / over the ashes of this empire /
By Diane Kerr
“One part of the fear of being dead is the fear of not being really dead.”
By Ally Ang
“I have opinions / about the instrument of violence / holding my body open, its history / too brutal for metaphor, but I keep them / to myself.”
Palette is back with another Poetry We Admire for May—curated by a new editor!