Category: Poetry
Torch Song
Torch Song
too full of dark vapors to ascend to the skies
too full of dark vapors to ascend to the skies
by Henna Ink
there’s something serious
about raping a willow tree—
stripping a wood elemental
of its innocence
and vaporizing the luster in its pale green eyes
between the lying blades of ascension’s scissors,
she must have cut herself
a dual nature—
it wasn’t a matter
of vanity,
or even for the revenge
of her airy body
and peevish spirit;
she was the daughter
of the River
Master—
but he failed
to foster and guard her artistic bark
and emerald hair;
with alchemy’s life force, he
reclaimed desire—
inside an unlocked dressing
room,
her skin began
a tense
and distant relationship
with a permanent reminder
of giant clouds
Burning in the Rain
Burning in the Rain
How to Write a Poem
How to Write a Poem
by Robert Okaji
Learn to curse in three languages. When midday
yawns stack high and your eyelids flutter, fire up
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the chain saw; there’s always something to dismember.
Make it new. Fear no bridges. Accelerate through
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curves, and look twice before leaping over fires,
much less into them. Read bones, read leaves, read
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the dust on shelves and commit to memory a thousand
discarded lines. Next, torch them. Take more than you
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need, buy books, scratch notes in the dirt and watch
them scatter down nameless alleys at the evening’s first
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gusts. Gather words and courtesies. Guard them carefully.
Play with others, observe birds, insects and neighbors,
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but covet your minutes alone and handle with bare hands
only those snakes you know. Mourn the kindling you create
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and toast each new moon as if it might be the last one
to tug your personal tides. When driving, sing with the radio.
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Always. Turn around instead of right. Deny ambition.
Remember the freckles on your first love’s left breast.
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There are no one-way streets. Appreciate the fragrance
of fresh dog shit while scraping it from the boot’s sole.
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Steal, don’t borrow. Murder your darlings and don’t get
caught. Know nothing, but know it well. Speak softly
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and thank the grocery store clerk for wishing you
a nice day even if she didn’t mean it. Then mow the grass,
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grill vegetables, eat, laugh, wash dishes, talk, bathe,
kiss loved ones, sleep, dream, wake. Do it all again.
“what the dead know by heart”
“what the dead know by heart”
by Donte Collins
lately, when asked how are you, i
respond with a name no longer living
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Rekia, Jamar, Sandra
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i am alive by luck at this point, i wonder
often: if the gun that will unmake me
is yet made, what white birth
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will bury me, how many bullets, like a
flock of blue jays, will come carry my black
to its final bed, which photo will be used
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to water down my blood, today i did
not die and there is no god or law to
thank. the bullet missed my head
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and landed in another. today, i passed
a mirror and did not see a body, instead
a suggestion, a debate, a blank
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post-it note there looking back. i
haven’t enough room to both rage and
weep. i go to cry and each tear turns
to steam. I say
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I matter and a ghost
white hand appears
over my mouth
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Carousel
Carousel
by Jaya Savige
Dense night is a needs thing.
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You were lured
in a luminous canoe
said to have once ruled
a lunar ocean.
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The 2 am soda pour
of stars is all but silent;
only listen —
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sedater than a sauropod
in the bone epics
it spills all the moon spice,
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releasing a sap odour
that laces
us to a vaster scale
of road opus.
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A carousel of oral cues,
these spinning sonic coins.
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A slide show of old wishes.
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( HINT: I was just admiring his brilliant use of anagrams, Do you see them? )
To Catch a Fish
To Catch a Fish
by Eloise Greenfield
It takes more than a wish
to catch a fish
you take the hook
you add the bait
you concentrate
and then you wait
you wait you wait
but not a bite
the fish don’t have
an appetite
so tell them what
good bait you’ve got
and how your bait
can hit the spot
this works a whole
lot better than
a wish
if you really
want to catch
a fish
A Little Closer to the Edge
A Little Closer to the Edge
by Ocean Vuong
Young enough to believe nothing
will change them, they step, hand-in-hand,
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into the bomb crater. The night full
of black teeth. His faux Rolex, weeks
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from shattering against her cheek, now dims
like a miniature moon behind her hair.
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In this version the snake is headless — stilled
like a cord unraveled from the lovers’ ankles.
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He lifts her white cotton skirt, revealing
another hour. His hand. His hands. The syllables
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inside them. O father, O foreshadow, press
into her — as the field shreds itself
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with cricket cries. Show me how ruin makes a home
out of hip bones. O mother,
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O minutehand, teach me
how to hold a man the way thirst
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holds water. Let every river envy
our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body
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like a season. Where apples thunder
the earth with red hooves. & I am your son.