“National Poetry Month” #10: Victor Coleman

From MAL ARME G Independent of a Debate on Form                                                     for Kate (in the key of) Because true works (as I often say) in the official canon, have leapt into the line as it has always been: fluid, to be bold where the division of the line was independent. It represents a product: French prosody; an

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“National Poetry Month” #6: Sandra Ridley

From “Testamonium”, The Counting House XV. You began with love. Unfailing. Intended invariably. Love always involves a degree of pain. In that. Constancy. The possessor never explicitly admitted or denied. Nor alleviated. The discreet lasts only a moment. Comes vengeful.                                                                                     The morning before.                                                                                                           The decline.                                                                                                                               The spectacle. Your hold on her body shall not entirely

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“National Poetry Month” #3: Julie Joosten

Ghost Species Henry David Thoreau would describe the seasons, listing the flowering times of wildflowers around Concord Massachusetts (1851-1858). It continues today: the data, the occasional field, the wildflowers, declining. Temperatures warm, and surviving species flower now about seven days earlier than they did in the mid-nineteenth century. Species sensitive to temperature have been best

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“National Poetry Month” #2: Bryan Sentes

what the hell do you mean by heaven heavin heathen breathn heather “Hell above & heaven below…” such, space-time diurinal yes for us on earth gravitygrievousgrave at apartment cornerwriting deskwalled in after noonafter lunchwalked home Marchblue skyleafless branchesmould loam paths a clean drystone seatleft closed eyes hearI’ve readblood & nerves jet roar overmountainfootdowntown aborealspringbirdsong dryleafmould

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“National Poetry Month” #1: Andrew McEwan

from error language An error has occurred.                Diffusion immediately pops into daylight. Particular mechanisms                            arrange awkward in neural network. Hands’ persistent toggle. Scan log is memory.               Constellations of interpretation as patterns unfold. The fate of moving light implicates further ink.                            Incongruous embodiment. An error of handling language becomes an error of error-language.               Descriptive standard defaults

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