Monthly Archives: February 2016

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JEN LAMBERT

DINNER FOR THE DYING By Jen Lambert When the boy comes inside with blood on his ripe hands and a quiver of pointed explanations on his back, I’m chopping yellow onions. When he says it’s a doe, that she lies … Continue reading

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High School Poetry Series: Gender, Identity, & Race — Kerri Stewart

  A note from Series Editor Sarah Marcus: Born from a powerful in-class discussion we had about gender, race, and the role of masculinity in rape culture, these poems are an analysis of gendered personal experience and a study of our intersectionality. This … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LOUDER THAN EVERYTHING YOU LOVE

From LOUDER THAN EVERYTHING YOU LOVE By Nicole Rollender: SCATTERING I remember your clavicle pressed like a blade under your skin, the moon pooling in your cheeks’ hollows. You wanted to be buried in the green dress you always wore … Continue reading

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High School Poetry Series: Gender, Identity, & Race — A’bria Robinson

A note from Series Editor Sarah Marcus: Born from a powerful in-class discussion that we had about gender, race, and the role of masculinity in rape culture, “Be A Man/Be A Woman” poems are an analysis of gendered personal experience … Continue reading

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In Answer to Your Question About Who Won the Sports Ball Competition

In Answer to Your Question About Who Won the Sports Ball Competition A joint project by Karen Craigo & Karin Barbee   Super Bowl Sunday, 2016 I want to start a list: If you’ve ever enjoyed a corn dog, you’re … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: OLAM, SHANA, NEFESH

From OLAM SHANA NEFESH By Jane Medved: SIRENS They think it is the young girls singing you see, we pull them to us as smoothly as oiled rope uncurls into golden braids. It only takes a few minutes before everything … Continue reading

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