
LOVE, COMMITMENT, ETC.
By Sam Zafris
“Someday, the horn of the train / will cease. Our bodies, / like bodies, will drown / in a great rain.”
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By Sam Zafris
“Someday, the horn of the train / will cease. Our bodies, / like bodies, will drown / in a great rain.”
By Kim Harvey
In the vein of Levine celebrating his blue-collar roots, for September we rounded up some terrific new poems honoring workers — bringing attention to labor of all kinds, including often forgotten or unsung labor done with little or no pay – like mothers, cider-pressers, trench-diggers, coal miners, Taco Bell drive-through workers, and poets.
“He’s not Catholic. / God, / No. / But since he’s been inside, he’s found / His / Divinity.”
“Once, I was hipless. Boyhood / swung out in front of me glazed / with permission to do & not be stopped.”
“(how much sense it made, how unending then) / the always unencumbered light”
“I used to be an unlit match, ready / to burn for any man, ready / for any hand to reach inside / and get my body back / to holy”
By Len Krisak
“Booze flows. Sometimes, the verse aborts / Itself; sometimes, she can’t tell if it’s rye or / Gin that’s soaked her in its thwarting mist.”
By Kim Harvey
To help get us all through this swelter, our editors have scoped out some of the hottest new not-to-be-missed poems of the season. And, yes, there will be dogs.
By Rex Wilder
“Liquid into a vein like I’m not a patient / But a receptacle, some alien’s urinal.”