Tag Archives: Sensual Poetry

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: CAROLE BERNSTEIN

By Carole Bernstein: PASTORAL Sunny with the intensity of dream. Huge balloony graffiti covered the stone wall at the end of Avenue M, where Iris Bloom took me to smoke a joint and we cut Orchestra, second period. Avenue M—was … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE

DAPHNE’S BROKEN SONNET By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Apples are imagining themselves onto hillsides – pink petals stick out their tongues from the dark mouths of branches  and the forest canopy ripens overnight until it pulses like a green heart. Spring frankensteins … Continue reading

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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

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: THEY WERE BEARS

From THEY WERE BEARS By Sarah Marcus: PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN BEARS You said you were afraid of bears— we weren’t safe until there was ice along the shoreline. I said we all need trauma, and my heart breaks every … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: GILI HAIMOVICH

AND THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT SOFTNESS By Gili Haimovich People are still flirting with trying to look younger, to make each other laugh. Their existence is softened by the luxuries of having some time, some needs, met. People are still eager, … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: SUFGANIYOT BY RABBI RACHEL BARENBLAT

A version of this post was previously featured on the Saturday Poetry Series. SUFGANIYOT By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat In oil, pale circles roll and flip, doughy moons inflating. The fun part: poking a finger inside, giving a wiggle and twist, … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ABRIANA JETTÉ

LIES OUR MOTHER TOLD US By Abriana Jetté I do not believe in the story of the virgin but in the value of the human: the body — because no matter what you were told that soul is not yours. … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TWO MERMAID POEMS

Editor’s Note: In response to last week’s feature, Saturday Poetry Series favorites Erin Lyndal Martin and Elana Bell introduced me to two more fabulous mermaid poems. These poems have been swimming through my mind all week, and are too fantastic … 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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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: NORMA LILIANA VALDEZ

By Norma Liliana Valdez: UNACCOMPANIED Everything is happening now. Everything is present tense. The horses. The running. The losing. This operation is a well-oiled machine. All is slow motion until dusk. After dusk come the icy furrows. Overnight temperatures the … Continue reading

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