We are absolutely thrilled to announce that Rena Priest has been appointed 2021-2023 Washington State Poet Laureate by Governor Jay Inslee. A member of the Lhaq’temish (Lummi) Nation, Priest will be the first Indigenous poet to assume the role. Priest’s literary debut, Patriarchy Blues, was honored with the 2018 American Book Award, and her most […]Introducing: the new Washington State Poet Laureate — The Poetry Department . . . aka The Boynton Blog
Miriam O’Neal‘s work has appeared in AGNI, Blackbird Journal, Southern Poetry Review, Ragazine, and many other journals. The Body Dialogues (Lily Poetry Review Books, 2020), was nominated for a Massachusetts Center for the Book Award. She also is a 2019 Pushcart nominee and was a finalist for the 2019 Disquiet International Poetry Prize. A portion of her translation of Italian poet, Alda Merini’s, Rose Volanti appeared in On The Seawall, in Fall of 2019.
For the Birds
For months I’ve grackled about this plague,
chickadeeed my thoughts on isolation—
blue jayed about the unmasked by day,
starlinged the cluttered night, tried rafting
past my anger the way the turkey’s copper
feathers dip and glow as they cross the lawn,
but ended, each time, sparrowed by the loss
of waking lonely, gold-finch heart undone—
The wrenish sun still cold, I thread the needle
of my wish to robin forward. And…
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Vegas, Baby You never once took me on any business trips,but you took her to Vegas when you started dating.I wonder if she watched HGTV in the hotel roomand ordered eggs, over-easy, from the in-house restaurantwhile you had pissing contests with middle-aged menin leather office chairs. Maybe she went to the poolfor a swim or took […]Two Poems (Lindsey Heatherly) — Rejection Letters
Three poems by Diane Sahms just published at Poetry and Covid : https://poetryandcovid.com/2021/04/02/three-poems-62/
2021 by g emil reutter just published at Poetry and Covid: https://poetryandcovid.com/2021/04/01/2021/
Hen Eggs 2
by Stephen page
It is exceptionally cold this morning for autumn;
A tenuous fog clings to the frost.
I don corduroys, a wool jacket, a belt knife
And ready myself for adventure–Indian
Fighting, puma killing; but today
My youngest grandchild grasps my hand.
I lift her and step outside the kitchen
door. She is one and walks well already
But I have to carry her because the collies
Frighten her: they are mountainous dragons
With fire-wet tongues and hot breath
And teeth like jagged sun-bleached rocks.
She is armored in full-body polar fleece
And peers through the visor with wood-green
Eyes and sees that the collies lead us
Through the mist guarding us from trees;
She smiles down at them from her throne
But will not allow me to set her upon
Her booted feet as we head toward
The chickens, or kaw-kaws as she has named
Them as early as this morning’s breakfast.
There are no fresh eggs in the coop; her eyes
Worry, and I assume a ranch-hand bandit
Must have robbed them, but as I step out
Of the gate I notice a possum print
In the mud. The mist has lifted
And the sun burnt off most of the frost
So we journey around the yard, I showing
Her how to smell the sharp-scented jacaranda
Leaves, to touch and name the autumn
Flowers, to discern the silhouette
of mockingbird from ratbird;
her weight, her weight, strengthening my arms.
*This poem as published in the Linden Avenue Literary Journal
and later appeared in A Ranch Bordering the Salty River
11 RAPID-FIRE BOOK RECS FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE MARGOT AFFAIR
Book Marks: Favorite re-read?
Sanaë Lemoine: These two short stories by Lydia Davis: “The Mother” for its delightful darkness and “St. Martin” for the onion pie.
BM: What book do you think your book is most in conversation with?
SL: One very generous reviewer mentioned Ian McEwan’s Atonement for the imaginative teenager and Rachel Cusk for the discursive storytelling, and although I didn’t see these parallels as I wrote my novel, in retrospect, they make sense. Because The Margot Affair is narrated by a seventeen-year-old girl, it was important that I capture her young voice, a combination of rash naïveté and precocious wisdom. At the heart of my novel is a difficult mother-daughter relationship. For all of this, I drew inspiration from The Lover by Marguerite Duras, Hot Milk by Deborah Levy, and Hotel Iris by Yoko Ogawa. (It’s hard to choose just one!)
BM: A book that blew your mind?
SL: Veronica by Mary Gaitskill.
read rest of article here: https://bookmarks.reviews/sanae-lemoine-on-the-lover-king-lear-and-a-little-life/
I just preordered this:
I look forward to reading it.
ABOUT INDEX OF WOMEN
From a “maestra of invention” (The New York Times) who is at once supremely witty, ferociously smart, and emotionally raw, a new collection of poems about womanhood
Amy Gerstler has won acclaim for sly, sophisticated, and subversive poems that find meaning in unexpected places. Women’s voices, from childhood to old age, dominate this new collection of rants, dramatic monologues, confessions and laments. A young girl muses on virginity. An aging opera singer rages against the fact that she must quit drinking. A woman in a supermarket addresses a head of lettuce. The tooth fairy finally speaks out. Both comic and prayer-like, these poems wrestle with mortality, animality, love, gender, and what it is to be human.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amy Gerstler is a writer of fiction, poetry, and journalism whose work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies, including the Paris Review and Best American Poetry. Her 1990 book Bitter Angel won the National Book Critics Circle Award. Previous titles from Penguin are Crown of Weeds, 1997, and Nerve Storm, 1993.