Daphne Gottlieb
In a field. With the moon.And the dark. And the dirt.With your mouth. And just one word:god god god. — Daphne Gottlieb, from “How You Talk,” 15 Ways to Stay Alive. (Manic D Press, Inc. April 19, 2011)
Category: Performance Poetry
Andrea Gibson
My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in here. — Andrea Gibson, from “I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out,” The Madness Vase. (Write Bloody Publishing September 15, 2011)
Jeffrey McDaniel
I want to cut the silence with one of your shoulderblades, blow moon-shaped kisses to orbit your skull as you sleep on the highest ledge of my insomnia, but I’m a broken promise in a pawn shop, and this is just a secret that happens to involve you. — Jeffrey McDaniel, from “Another Long Night… Continue reading Jeffrey McDaniel
Tom Blood
Things are broken constantly, as dandelions I can’t tell what anything is it’s something I destroy in absence as spirits that forget themself — Tom Blood , from “The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night,” The Sky Position. (Marriage Records 2006)
Andrea Gibson
‘cause I might be naked and lonely shaking branches for bones but I’m still time zones away from who I was the day before we met you were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat and I wish you were here — Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” When the Bough Breaks. (October 10, 2006)
Catalina Ferry
Because you can’t be this afraid of losing everything if you don’t love everything first because you have to have a soul-crushing hope that things will get better to be this afraid of missing it. — Catalina Ferry, from “Anxiety Group.” NYC Urbana Poetry Slam. The Bowery Poetry Club, 5/12. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVEf6jS8GdU
Rudy Francisco
My hobbies include Editing my life story Hiding behind metaphors And trying to convince my shadow That I’m someone worth following — Rudy Francisco, from “My Honest Poem,” Getting Stitches. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, January 21, 2013)
Sean Thomas Dougherty
I dreamed you were a lake and I was a little fish leaping / through the thin reeds of your throaty humming. — Sean Thomas Dougherty, from “Dear Tiara,” Sasha Sings the Laundry on the Line (BOA Editions, 2011)
Natalie Díaz
Ode to the Beloved’s Hips Bells are they—shaped on the eighth day—silvered percussion in the morning—are the morning. Swing switch sway. Hold the day away a little longer, a little slower, a little easy. Call to me— I wanna rock, I-I wanna rock, I-I wanna rock right now—so to them I come—struck-dumb chime-blind, tolling with… Continue reading Natalie Díaz
Andrea Gibson
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. ― Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)
