B-luish - You've Got To Believe In The Poetry

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1 month ago

In deciding what I am, I’ve ruled out cat, vulture, shoe,
a sadist who tortures people to death in a Syrian hospital,
a president who separates families at the border,
a handful of purple irises at the beginning of the path
to heaven. Is there memory in the shade of a tree
of a lynching fifty years ago, when I was nine? And do I love
that tree? Love the sinner, not the sin. Forgive the electricity,
not the singeing of genitals. The more I know about human nature
the more I plan to be tall grass in a field. Until then
I’ll tell my wife I love her in Toronto and Blacksburg and bed,
in pajamas and bluejeans and song, in theory and fact and dream.
I will not gouge a man’s eye out, I promise, yet the eye is out,
the man is dead, and the geese I’m listening to have no idea
that we’re as wild as the coyotes that would tear them apart.
If given a choice I’d not choose to be human. If given a choice
how to be human, I’d say like a glass of water. While I have
no answers to the questions I don’t know to ask, I can love my wife
in Detroit, in general, in detail, in vain, in spite, in depth,
in the shallow light of the moon, in contrast to hating myself,
in sympathy and in stealth, in time as a ghost and right now
as a poet wondering if surgeons, during a transplant,
tell the shivering and recycled heart it is loved. I assume so,
but I’ve never asked a heart on its second time around,
Were you christened, were you blessed, are you worth
all this trouble?

remedy by Bob Hicok

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1 month ago

Sad

It is sad to tip the kettle over the cup & discover
there is no more tea in the kettle. It is sad when the
diner is closed. It is sad when the hawk seizes the
rat & sad when the hawk misses. It is sad when the
child encounters too early. It is sad when a mother
apologizes. It is sad when the aphids have chewed
holes in the lacinato kale. It is sad when there is a
shopping list taped to a refrigerator. It is sad in the
morning, Bach or no Bach. It is sad in winter &
depending on the city sadder in summer. It is sad to
finish a book & sad to not finish. It is sad to make
love imperfectly. It is sad when the body is ready
but not the mind. It is sad when [ ] has left the
group chat. It is sad when the wrong thing dies. It is
sad when it is three in the morning & the wind is
howling & the moon is like a burning umbrella oh
god who will put up with me

sad by Jeremy Radin

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4 weeks ago

Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions for Traveling West

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1 month ago

Safia Elhillo, From Spring

Safia Elhillo, from Spring

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1 month ago

“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”

— Unknown

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1 month ago

My boyfriend did not die in 1991. I told a lie and it turned into a fact, forever repeated in my official biography. He died on Christmas Day, 1990, when his family disconnected the mechanical breathing machine. He was a composer in the school of music. We were working on a piece for voice and strings. I liked writing the words under the whole notes, hyphenating them to make them last. I liked sitting on the bed in his apartment, writing on the sheet music—bigger paper, thicker, how it sounded when it fell to the floor when we got tired. It was winter break, friends in town, we hopped from party to party, catching up but separately. It was late, the night was clear, the roads were empty. The four of them were sober, the driver in the other car was not. I was a few miles away, in a bar, waiting. When the bar closed, I left him an angry message for standing me up. A few hours later, a friend called and told me. He suggested I break into the apartment and start removing things before the family arrived. For several minutes I didn’t understand, then—evidence. He hadn’t told his family and it didn’t seem right to tell them now, to suggest that they didn’t really know him. I drove in the darkness between the accident and dawn. I climbed through the window. I couldn’t figure which things looked suspicious and which things would be missed. I was sloppy, rushed. I grabbed the wrong sheet music. It was a piece that had already been performed. A few days after Christmas there was a memorial. I sat in the back. As part of his speech, his father mentioned the missing music and made an appeal for its return. I couldn’t give it back. On New Year’s Eve, in a black velvet jacket, at a party in the lobby of a downtown hotel, with a drink in each hand—one for him, one for me—I kept asking where he was, if anyone had seen him. I had his passport in my back pocket. I shouldn’t have taken that either. It was the only picture of him I could find.

cover story by Richard Siken

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1 month ago

The Last Messiah, Peter Wessel Zapffe

The Last Messiah, Peter Wessel Zapffe

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1 month ago

An Ode to 'Everything Everywhere All at Once' by David Gate

The real multiverse is not the other side of a sci-fi story mechanic but it is all the lives we live at once: mother, daughter, partner, business owner, immigrant & citizen of the state who fills out tax forms. Somewhere in the gaps between those lives are the crumpled expectations of the dreams that once animated us. One thing becomes inevitable: all the different versions of ourself must reconcile. That can happen either by floating into the bagel-shaped void or by accepting we live within a life shaped by the consequences of all our decisions — everything, everywhere, all at once. We can feel crushed by the outcomes from a life’s worth of decisions weighing upon us, but they are not as heavy as the weight of the choices that we now face. Who am I going to be? What shall I become? I know who I wanted to be and that didn’t happen. But I don’t have to be stuck here. I can still disrupt the pattern. I can say sorry. I can name the desires unfulfilled. I can cherish what I have. I can forgive myself — a million different versions of myself — a million times over.

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1 month ago

b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

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Joy Sullivan, From "Long Division", Instructions For Traveling West

Joy Sullivan, from "Long Division", Instructions for Traveling West

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b-luish - you've got to believe in the poetry

b-luish

you've got to believe in the poetry

because everything else in your life will fail you, including yourself

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