
Ohio Cento & How To Preserve a Fistful of the Neighbor’s Tulips
By Maggie Smith
“Your body, it is yours to leave behind, // and afterward, the moon stops looking like a moon, / unpolished for months, tarnished as flatware.”
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By Maggie Smith
“Your body, it is yours to leave behind, // and afterward, the moon stops looking like a moon, / unpolished for months, tarnished as flatware.”
“She tells me her birds have come to visit her again today. / One pecked and chirped at the window where she sat. / It’s your brother, she says. I don’t disagree.”
“Swans made / beautiful endings / and moved / like slow ships. / What wedding dress / has ever lied?”
“The folding mirror: In which a skull’s eye sockets gleam, / And you can pour blood over it.”
At Palette Poetry, we love work that burns. Poems that burble over in anger. Poems burning up in desire and ecstasy. Language that holds us hostage with burning questions.
By Jaydn DeWald
“he’s sure the romance will return / someday in a sweep of cheatgrass cloud- / shadows drifting over his open palms but then / where will his kids be”
By Don Hogle
“Anything / that can, will divide, double and / eventually become a rain”
By Rina Terry
“welded one thing to another / as though I had a plan, an idea, a goal, / as though any of the pieces of my life // had connected in certain identifiable / completion.”
Each poet writes toward their own revolution. At this time, unfortunately, there are many revolutions to write towards. …