february, still. from *the deering hour* (Ornithopter).
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february, still. from *the deering hour* (Ornithopter).
Wow.
5: Then Gently, gently, with a voluntary kindness, the hand does the work because the world needs to be touched. There is a button, and there is a shoulder, and there is a darkness, and there is something on the other side. Darkness like a shadow thrown across a field, pulled with one hand and thrown with the other, boats in the river, birds in flight. The birds, dark birds, they fly from his hand to land... elsewhere. So many darknesses thrown into the future. Someone else's problem. The garden is covered in snow. Dark coats falling out of the sky.
Richard Siken, born on this day in 1967
Shut down Dilley. Stop the opening of the Social Circle, GA detention center. Boycott GlobalX Airlines' deportation flights out of Miami, FL.
from The Lincoln Review, no. 6
www.lincolnreview.org
Gorgeous!! Can't wait to read!
A Calendar of Hares Anna Crowe for Valerie Gillies 1. At the raw end of winter the mountain is half snow, half dun grass. Only when snow moves does it become a hare. 2. If you can catch a hare and look into its eye, you will see the whole world. 3. That day in March watching two hares boxing at the fieldโs edge, she felt the child quicken. 4. It is certain Midas never saw a hare or he would not have lusted after gold. 5. When the buzzard wheels like a slow kite overhead the hare pays out the string. 6. The man who tells you he has thought of everything has forgotten the hare. 7. The hareโs form, warm yet empty. Stumbling upon it, he felt his heart lurch and race beneath his ribs. 8. Beset by fears, she became the hare who hears the mowersโ voices growing louder. 9. Light as the moonโs path over the sea, the run of the hare over the land. 10. The birchwood a dapple of fallen gold: a carved hare lies in a Pictish hoard. 11. Waking to the cry of a hare she ran and found the child sleeping. 12. November stiffens into December: hare and grass have grown a thick coat of frost.
At the raw end of winter
the mountain is half snow, half
dun grass. Only when snow
moves does it become a hareโฆ
โAnna Crowe, โA Calendar of Haresโ
published in A SECRET HISTORY OF RHUBARB (Mariscat, 2004)
#poem #poetry
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Renee Nicole Good (Macklin). 2020 Academy of American Poets Prize, Old Dominion University, "On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs."
make room for wonder
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Congrats, Mary!! Can't wait to see this out! โค๏ธ
Oh thank god, I've been waiting for this.
Spotlight on Two Poems by Susana Thรฉnon, trans. from the Spanish by Karen Elizabeth Bishop. "Advent" and "She"
tahomaliteraryreview.com/selections/t...
Can't wait to hear this! ๐ฅ
[and love], a new poem in translation by the inimitable late Argentine poet Susana Thรฉnon. From collection of selected works in progress, Many Suns. Many thanks to Robin Myers for curating and eds at Poetry Northwest for hosting.
www.poetrynw.org/poetry/and-l...
Rutgers, this Friday! Join us!!
Academic friends, students, friends of friends: a fantastic opportunity to join us at Rutgers next year for a seminar on TRANSLATION at our beloved Center for Cultural Analysis. The fabulous Jeff Lawrence & Preetha Mani will lead. You couldn't be in better hands. Post-doc applications now LIVE!
ECHOED : familiar but unrecognizable : this "b" for that "v" sound : whenever they blame the victim : each room swarming with ants... : how I let her down; I let her down; let her down
More from Eve Luckring โฅ๏ธ
from SIGNAL TO NOISE (Ornithopter Press)
Happy #smallpoemsunday!
@thetenderbetween.bsky.social
@ornithopterpress.bsky.social
@tomsnarsky.bsky.social
โNo sibling, no mother. Her / paws were dry magic beads. I touched them.โ
bewitched by this poem. Feral, @jessicacuello.bsky.social
Oh gosh, thank you so much, and for reading!! ๐ฑ
Fantastic. A joy to read.๐ฅ๐ฑ
Delighted to be part of Uncharted Territories, a fantastic project from the Steamroller Group, in collaboration with The Hunterdon Museum and River Union Stage. Poets and printmakers in visual conversation. What a joy.
Stephen is the greatest. ๐ฅ
Delighted to have two translations of Susana Thรฉnon's work in the latest issue of the Tahoma Literary Review. A gorgeous volume. Thanks so much to @jessicacuello.bsky.social and Jim G for including these poems. ๐ฟ
tahomaliteraryreview.com/selections/t...
Two new poems in the newest issue of @thelincolnreview.bsky.social. These are strange little poems. "le oiseau parts" fits great in the mouth; be sure to read it aloud. So glad this pair landed here. Thanks so much to editors & co. at The Lincoln Review. A beautiful gathering.
Peter Gizzi Pretty Sweety Here there are small animals foraging and content Perhaps this is what's called perhaps love is a small animal foraging content entirely with its mouth there with the ant and the sun and fur This is a strange view sunlight and furlight and a mouth busy with nature a mouth busy with its bloom a mouth blooming loveliness
Thanks so much!
Can you add a link here to your writing about your discovery in the Peabody? Would love to read it. Thanks so much in advance...
Vessels like stranded vessels. we trust a good elsewhere. and commit to uncertainties.
"I crossed / deep on a level elsewhere and / sleigh-bells / bent down"
Three poems by ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ต ๐. ๐ฆ๐น๐ผ๐ฎ๐ @sjane.bsky.social in the Spring 2025 issue
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#poetry #poetrycommunity
So, so sorry to hear this news...
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