Marty McConnell
The dustin my lungs, Knock itout of me. — Marty McConnell, from “Elegy” Court Green 12 (2015)
Category: Slam Poetry
Natalie Díaz
I never meant to break–but streetlights dressed her gold.The curve and curve of her shoulders–the hum and hive of them,moonglossed pillory of them–nearly felled me to my knees.How can I tell you–the amber of her.The body of honey–I took it in my hands. — Natalie Díaz, from “Waist and Sway,” Postcolonial Love Poem (Graywolf Press,… Continue reading Natalie Díaz
Anis Mojgan
Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth. — Anis Mojgan, from “Cradle,” Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry (Write Bloody Publishing; First Edition, March 15, 2013)
Andrea Gibson
…if I ever feel far away know I am not gone. — Andrea Gibson, from “Royal Heart,” Truce (2013)
Anis Mojgani
We are ghosts / hungry for something bigger than what our mouths are kissing — Anis Mojgani, from “The Branches are Full and These Orchards are Heavy.” Rattle #27, Summer 2007.
Buddy Wakefield
Make love to melike you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. ― Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies,” Gentleman Practice. (Write Bloody Publishing April 15, 2011)
Daphne Gottlieb
You can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can’t kissand make itbetter. ― Daphne Gottlieb, from “Why Things Burn,” Why Things Burn. (Soft Skull Press; First Edition edition May 10, 2001)
Jeffrey McDaniel
The Quiet World In an effort to get people to lookinto each other’s eyes more,and also to appease the mutes,the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundredand sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my earwithout saying hello. In the restaurantI point at chicken noodle soup.I am adjusting… Continue reading Jeffrey McDaniel
Tim Seibles
Slow Dance Some days I can go nearly an hourwithout thinking of the tasteof your mouth. Right now, I’m at schoolwatching teenagers fidget through a test.Outside, the sky is smoky and streets are wetand two grackles step lightly in yellow grass. Two weeks ago in Atlantic CityI stood on the boardwalkand looked out across the… Continue reading Tim Seibles
Andrea Gibson
I am not looking for roses.I want to break like a fever.I want to break like the Berlin Wall.I want to break like the cloudsso we can see every fearless star,how they never speak guardrail,how they only say fall. — Andrea Gibson, from “Pole Dancer,” Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns. (Write Bloody Publishing June 1,… Continue reading Andrea Gibson
The Vale of Soul-Making 