“If landscape once was / sacramental, then / let me dig in mud / and dust, smear its mark / across my brow, wash / my feet in moving / waters when I step / into its river, / and let me never / find the other side.”
“You hold type in your hands, and that type is energy, captured. Energy that was input to make type can sit waiting in cases for decades, and be used over and over with no additional energy input needed.”
Jule Shulman's "Wilding" & Holly Guran's "Lifework" WildingJulie Shulman All structures are unstablenotre dame itself will burnyour stubborn body will faileach thing grown fresh and newis already fading and will fall awaybut today I saw a shock of wild...
“my love explains / that they are rejects, deemed unworthy / of grocery stores & thrown into exile. / we gather our outcasts to make a meal.” — Mckendy Fils-Aimé
What is your writing process like?
Mariya Deykute: Sporadic and flexible. I have two young children, and a full-time job, so writing happens around that. Sometimes it’s a half hour in the morning, sometimes fifteen minutes on the playground, sometimes in whatsapp messages with myself on my phone. There are times when I think it makes for the best kind of writing — free from the doubt and hesitation that a freer schedule used to bring, and sometimes I fall into a pit of despair that leaves me wondering if I am losing the chance to write the great American novel because I’m not on a desert island with a typewriter. Normal stuff. Mostly, though, when the going is good, I find that my writing process is often something like a secret affair or obsession, something I waltz with on time stolen from my regular work; something I pursue with feverish impatience when the rest of the house is asleep.
Jennifer Houle's "The Pain of Others" & Tim Mayo's "The Ladder" The Pain of OthersJennifer Houle Hell is just another curse. It is shallow as a puddle. Old as the cosmos. Muttered and gone. Customary.Hellhole, hellbent, hellenic, to hell with the...
“now / I am the steaming lavender tea / I gift myself / when the bad news refuses to yield” — Marissa Carty
“I prefer clumsy preservation of everything to no preservation at all, and once I’m distant enough to gain perspective, I can see what I was trying to do in that clumsy mess.” — Jae Kim
American Robin, 2020 Jennifer Markell I saw the fledgling lying on the stepby the weekly Gazette, ran insidefor a scarf or handkerchief, some soft thingto carry the bird to safety, as ifone dark eye,open still, held the world’s hope. As I kneeled at the bird’s...
“Imagine a map pinned with the locations of what you love–
people or places or animals.” — Melanie Braverman
Walking the Julius Lester Path Jane Yolen It’s been a whilesince I have walkedthe old forest paths,where tree rootscurl like traplinesand the only resting spotsare downed logs.A river ran pastfaster than I could walk.A hidden jackhammerof a bird gave usmarching...
“This book began with an intense desire to counter the witch kitsch narratives of Salem, MA, but as I wrote those poems my vision for the book evolved and became more complicated. I discovered that the book wanted/needed to connect that history with contemporary events that were both personal and political.”
“Full turnip moon backlighting the bar, / folks tripping across the lath of the dance floor, / not involved in the search for sequence / or god.” — Howie Faerstein
Terms of SyllogismTracy FuadI was sure that being in between meant being nowhere.Certain there were scissors that could cut me off the grid.I hoped there was a key, but was sure the void was serious,virulent and spreading. I was sure alone, most of the time.And...
“I think prose poems are more approachable, more “democratic,” than much of lineated contemporary poetry because of their ease of reading. Even people who don’t like poetry can approach a prose poem, or micro fiction, because these look like almost everything else they read. I think the unassuming appearance of prose poems adds to their disruptive and startling moments.”
7/26/2020 10:11am Alondra Bobadilla •Plymouth Rock• ocean draws back sand appearing to be the veins of the sea tracks like seal slither leading back to earth’s greatest wonder and slickest deception domestic surface becomes roaring waves in one blinkan explosion...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems? My stepmother is the Massachusetts poet Christopher Jane Corkery, so being a poet was something I knew was a real thing from childhood, when she came into my life. I...
Quintin Collins What is most important to your writing process? The most important part of my writing process is letting the poems do their thing. From the title to the final word, I have to let the groove guide the intellect. Otherwise, I fail the poem. The pandemic...
Moon’s Milk, Lion’s Milk by Zia Pollis I. Moon’s Milk For years I believed I was the furthest daughter from the son. An alien body, a broken orb in rotation around a more sacred center. My father, the Jupiter King, the Purple God, raised a storm of love in our shaking...
Flowers at a Funeral by Sara LetourneauI don’t want to think about the flowers.They burn my eyes, blazing like sunsagainst the white parish wallsand the casket’s dark polished wood.Acknowledging them feels like whisperingprofanities in this crowded holy room wherethe...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems? My mother read to me from a book of children’s poetry when I was very little. I soon after became obsessed with song lyrics on the radio and on the vinyl records we...