poetry
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My poem “Poem in which Words Have Been Left Out” is the Poem-of-the-Day today at Poets.org, the website of the Academy of American Poets! It’s based on the “Miranda Rights,” the set of rote statements officers of the law must recite when taking someone into custody. This practice came out of a U.S. Supreme Court
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Thank you to Matt Bell and Matthew Olzmann for including three new poems in the latest issue of The Collagist! Letters to the Editor Dear Drivers of Suburban Maryland, my life is in your hands. My life in your hands is an unpinned grenade. Prospero’s Confession What wreckage, I forgot. What courage to sail, forgot.
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When I was growing up in rural Arkansas, I remember being taught the story of Abraham and Isaac in Sunday school. The whole story is a real soap opera—the patriarch gets the servant pregnant, then his postmenopausal wife, who demands the servant and her kid be kicked out. There’s sex, jealousy, rejection and exile (and
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It’s difficult to do anything in the world these days without a) someone complaining, b) someone else rushing to the defense of the maligned, and c) twenty or thirty unrelated parties commenting on why all the dramz is relevant/irrelevant/fascinating/ridiculous. File this under c). I’ve been looking through the Vendler/Dove disagreement with some surprise. But this
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My newest poetry collection, Night Chant (Lethe Press 2011), began with the leftover poems that didn’t fit in with the tone of my first collection, Catching Tigers in Red Weather (Three Candles Press, 2007). Around 2009, I became interested in the idea of “hidden,” which logically leads to the idea of “discovery.” I was still
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Of her region, editor Dawn Potter wrote, “Maine is an enormous state, and also a lonely one. Our largest city, Portland, is a blip on the cities-of-the-world map, last metropolitan outpost of the Northeast Corridor, an urbane seaside burg that is liable, among airport baggage handlers, to be confused with Oregon. Yet Portland lies in
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