Same Faces
The twist of the shortest word in a line of the longest poem acts as a flicker of light brightening the most minute detail in the frame
The twist of the shortest word in a line of the longest poem acts as a flicker of light brightening the most minute detail in the frame
Through imperial violence we are made alien in our own land. “This belongs to you. / It does not belong to me.”
Grieving violence creates a kind of horrific palimpsest of how the public choruses events.
Awash with wandering loneliness, Phan’s lines vacillate from contemplative to biting, economical to allegorical
Photo by Phil Roeder when you lift your toe, the fabric falls, folds. the ropes dance. your hair drags along the forest floor and my comb follows. tonight, we’re lost at sea, hidden in plain sight. let’s not worry our wishes into birds or close off a corner of the room. let’s have a thicker […]
Photo by John Morton Outside, a tree, dried out & skeletal, moans. Dead in spring. The roots can’t find water. It’s May, the city isn’t greening anymore, & trees are sick of the sun. Say the sky’s the sickblue of hospital walls. Say her name as she coughs & gags in predawn heat. She tried […]
Photo by Intermountain Forest Service, USDA Region 4 Photography Pennock Trail There was a boy who was a boy who was a tree who was a river and a rock and a cloud. Who was a nothing more than a something who wanted to be nothing but a flash under sky over field. Who wanted […]
Herein lies the beauty of Hernandez Diaz’s poetry: what is real is up for grabs, and it’s our job to decipher what’s in front of us
Jarnot’s poetry can serve as a model for a mother’s creativity and nurturing—a way to celebrate both.
Eighteenth in the Mountain/West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind, Kazim Ali, Dan Beachy-Quick, Camille T. Dungy & Donald Revell “In Dears, Beloveds Kevin Phan has found a way, in form and rhythm, to reach into the ancient recesses of our imagination and to place what he finds there next to yesterday’s headlines. He provides […]