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Lines by Dana Gioia :

Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blowsy,
the paunchy Adonis
whose luck’s gone lousy.

and by Franz Wright: “Ceaseless blue lightning, this/ love passing through me”

Two dark poems on death that challenge the dark by Sophie Cabot Black : The One Turn That Makes the New World and Dominion Over the Larger Animals

Malachi Black continues to be one of the best parts of Poetry Magazine : from Quarantine

Lines from Sarah Lindsay : “it was a fall from no great height-/ merely, the height of herself”

Follow me on the Twittah

  • What's more embarrassing: that I'm eating gluten free rice crackers for a snack or that I'm even asking this? 1 month ago
  • Youngest son's soccer team kicks more goals than the other team. Still loses. 1 month ago
  • Hey buddy, nice purse. Yeah I know it's a baby bjorn & that you're an amazing dad, but the thing is you'll never catch me in that thing. 1 month ago
  • To forestall my midlife crisis, my wife is allowing me to put a racers stripe on the mini van. 1 month ago
  • I don't care if you think I'm crude & sexist, if I see you with two large coffee mugs and you're my wife I'm going to say, "Hey, nice mugs." 1 month ago

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