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From Amy Lowell:

May 6, 2019

In the brown water,
Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine,
Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds,
A pike dozed.
Lost among the shadows of stems
He lay unnoticed.
Suddenly he flicked his tail,
And a green-and-copper brightness
Ran under the water.

The Pike

(in honour of my book launch tonight)

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From Leslie Joy Ahenda:

April 20, 2019

Set the foundation on fire.
Trust the flames:
they will swallow the dust-plague off your skin
and leave you unburnt.
As the smoke spread,
look up.
You will see the same
stars the Ancestors saw.

Collect the ashes,
dye the streets burnt orange
and walk barefoot—
the streets will turn to dirt
as the Ancestors step through your feet
into the light of  dawn.

– How to Decolonize, from poetry is dead‘s issue 19: drama

From Austen Lee:

April 15, 2019

Seal yourself
in the cooler.
Pluck stamens till
your palms stain orange,
become the texture
of wax.

Rehearse your lines
like a prayer:

take care.
take care.
take care.

– Customer Service Voice, from poetry is dead‘s issue 19: drama

From Ann-Bernice Thomas

April 12, 2019

maybe,
you begged his forgiveness after you devoured his mercy,
maybe,
praying stains.

maybe,
praying strays.

maybe,
poetry is biblical,
in the misuse of its remains.

– on theatre and poetry, from poetry is dead‘s issue 19: drama

From Mary O’Donnell:

April 9, 2019

Mary McCabe, of Derrynashallog,
who cared for her husband’s mother in dotage,
fed ten children,
the youngest still at the breast during hay-making.

Mary Conlon, Tullyree,
who wrote poems at night.

Assumpta Meehan, Tonygarvey,
saw many visions and was committed to the asylum.

Martha McGinn, of Emy,
who swam Cornamunden Lough in one hour and a quarter.

Unlegendary Heroes

From Natalie Eilbert:

April 1, 2019

It is okay to bear. My apartment hums in a Rilke sense.
A pain blooms. I am told that it’s okay to forego details
of what happened. I am told it doesn’t matter now.
I want to write sentences for days. I want days to not
be a sentence. We put men in boxes and sail them away.
Justice gave me an amber necklace. I tried to swallow
as many as I could.

Let Everything Happen to You

From Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon:

March 30, 2019

pretty’s just armor
something else

to wear like a dress or a name
not magic like skin

apparel apparent apparently
repellant pretty
don’t draw

flies like
honey we just pretend

it does

Challenger

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