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Monthly Archives: February 2018
The Very Southern Pronunciation Still Rings In My Ears: A Conversation With Poet Mike James
. The Very Southern Pronunciation Still Rings In My Ears: A Conversation With Poet Mike James By Chase Dimock . Keats had his nightingale, Shelley had his skylark, Poe had his raven, Stevens had 13 ways of looking at a … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Chase Dimock, Crows in the Jukebox, Mike James, Poetry, Southern Writers
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LITTLE CLIMATES
From Little Climates By L. A. Johnson: EPISTEMOLOGY I never had quiet times in the kitchen making an icebox cake. I never inspected the back of the box, folded wafers up with cream. In the morning, you fix whatever needs … Continue reading
Posted in L. A. Johnson, Saturday Poetry, Saturday Poetry Series
Tagged American Gothic Poetry, American Poetry, book-length poetry, Confessional Poetry, contemporary poetry, Love Poetry, moves in contemporary poetry, Narrative Poetry, nostalgic poetry, Poetry, Poetry Collections, poetry review, poetry reviews
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From a Tree Limb
From a Tree Limb By Sean Karns Outside my house, a gutted buck dangles from a tree limb. Two men pull the buck’s hide like tugging on a bell rope in a tower. Their children swing on the swing set. … Continue reading
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Tagged Bucks, Deer, Deer Hunting, Hunting, Hunting Dogs, poem, Poetry, Sean Karns
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PATRICE BOYER CLAEYS
By Patrice Boyer Claeys: Favorite Color after Ruth Stone’s “White on White” A yellow flag iris, a lick of flame, glass of Sauternes. Blinking lights at intersections, the bills of mallards, old knotty pine paneling, sticky to the touch. Lemon … Continue reading
Letting the Meat Rest: A Conversation With Poet John Dorsey
Letting the Meat Rest: A Conversation With Poet John Dorsey By Chase Dimock . If you pick up a copy of Letting the Meat Rest, hoping to find tips for juicy pork chops, luckily, John Dorsey’s got you covered: a … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Belle MO, Chase Dimock, John Dorsey, Letting the Meat Rest, Missouri, Poetry
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High School Poetry Series: Gender, Identity, & Race — Genesis Gonzalez
A note from Series Editor Sarah Marcus-Donnelly: Born from a powerful in-class discussion that we had about gender, race, and the role of masculinity in rape culture, many of these poems are an analysis of gendered, racial personal experience and a study … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MAX RITVO
By Max Ritvo: Holding a Freshwater Fish in a Pail Above the Sea He strips health out of the water, reminding me of my mother. I walk in sea and hold my sweet fish above me, no small feat given … Continue reading
