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
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)
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)
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
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)
When Someone Says I Love You the whole room fills up with iced tea, something gives: the sun peels from your window, a sugared lemon, whole, flaming, hanging there. You tell them they must: puncture your chest with a straw to suck all the empty out, but because they say love they think they can’t… Continue reading Karyna McGlynn
listen for the sounds the fields make the tongues the trees are speaking in the love the leaves are making with the wind — Anis Mojgani, from “The Manual,” Over the Anvil We Stretch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)
