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Political Knott: David Rivard on Bill Knott’s “VOI (POEM) CES” | The Poem

  I DIDN'T KNOW the late Bill Knott very well. By the time I arrived in Boston in 1987, Bill was firmly ensconced by his lonesome at the...
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Lawrence Raab

Lawrence Raab

“Not every kind of craziness makes sense. / Believe me, you’ve got to draw the line somewhere.”

R. Riekki

R. Riekki

I’m smelly— / brain full of spies, garlic in my asshole. I’m a cork, / a forty-foot pole. I’m a poet, which means I’m Spock / without the intelligence.

Laura Hartmark

Laura Hartmark

Sadness is easy / you just sit there / with a blood balloon below your voicebox, rising and falling like like ocean...

Kimberly O’Connor

Let’s make a list. Wars, of course. / Count the wars: one, two, three, / four. And disease: ebola. Enterovirus D68. / Whooping cough. What else. Airstrikes, / or not. Peace protests, or not. Coal ash. / Radiation in the drinking water. The woman / in Liberia whose whole family died, / and now her village shuns her because— / but I already said ebola...

Emily Bludworth de Barrios

Emily Bludworth de Barrios

My pregnancy / was a long and happy nightmare // During which I ate / pint-sized tubs of ice cream and walked around the block // Becoming more tubby and unwieldy...

Gerard Coletta

Gerard Coletta

The doctors at last made us love sleep. / Awake, I can only stagger, polioed, a foal.

MK Foster

M.K. Foster

It’s December, and if I bought my father a goldfish, / he wouldn’t see what I was trying to say

Daniel Riddle Rodriguez

Daniel Riddle Rodriguez

She makes a face like she is turning a thumbscrew / but the thumbscrew is her face.

Molly McGuire

Molly McGuire

We almost lost her, back when chunky rings dwarfed / her tiny fingers, when her suitors were Hermes, Ares, / Apollo, Hephaestus, Heath Ledger.

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