Scuttled poem—
was called “Golf Cart”
Something about
Golf Cart Stage
Imperialism
ditched
in a pond.
Poem kicked off with
the cringe quatrain:
“All aboard!
here we go—
uh, little bit of a
puddle, here”
Poem
Features
Atlanta, USA
This is what it looks like. To be moving in
every direction at once.
Punching through July heat
I must have lost my keys. Kicked in the door
and locked it behind me. Another
Mahogany
for Derek Walcott
Old friend, I admit I do not know what the light
was like on your island, when, listening to the sea’s
murmur, you read dreams and visions
into your body; these alien myths doing
the
had my grandfather been an ex-guerrilla
of the Malayan Communist Party
1.
To get rid of acne, apply a pea-sized amount to your face,
rub, then rinse.
For you, the pus was pea-sized:
its white-yellow or yellow-brown
De Quincey’s Botany
Delusional Epitaphs
MABEL
Here lies Mabel on the moon.
Daughter, sister, victim, and work of art:
may her milk poetics make the fangs
of the universe fall out forever
1.
The one memory from my childhood that stands out, unimpaired, is a forewarning of what would later happen.
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Read MoreThin is in again, Georgia said when the boys left the table. When she said it, she leaned into J and let the words fall soft in the air, as though it were a secret.
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I want to start by saying that I am in love with someone who has a chronic illness.
I want to start by saying that I research fecal transplants, pituitary gland tumors, Lyme disease, ME/CFS, antibiotics, immune boosters, immunosuppressants, anti-fungal …
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There has always been, in Lucille Clifton’s work, an abiding elegiac quality; she had many losses after all: her mother at a young age, then her husband, her father, two of her own children. Amid all her poems contending with …
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