Donna Stonecipher’s PROSE POETRY AND THE CITY | Review

  Prose Poetry and the City by Donna Stonecipher Parlor Press, 2017 182 pages   Reviewed by Kate Singer   I once asked Donna...
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Mark Terrill

who knows maybe we’re all going to make it & pull through & get beyond it all but certainly not without the help of someone else who really & truly gives a shit

Donna Stonecipher

Of course it was a little odd to be glad of the bombs that had blown the buildings to bits, to be grateful for the failed bankrupt state that had enabled the holes to remain holes, so lying on the grass of an accidental playground, one just listened to the ping-pong ball batted back and forth across the concrete table.

Petr Borkovec

Petr Borkovec is now a somewhat neglected author, and it is unquestionably true that only a small handful of readers know his work.

Joshua Weiner

They are together, finally, in each other's arms, new lovers joined by the need to be consoled, the need to console.

Matthew Gellman

Outside the classroom, it is winter. / The trees are spoken in a leaner language, / and the light is too brittle to resemble / a green river, a passing train, a boy.

Paul Batchelor

A world much like our own, mistempered & twi-natured, three-fold purgatorial zone / where Lord Hearsay sits with all his might upon the tallest, narrowest chair, the barstool throne

Joshua Burton

I hold him heavy against my breast / As he drains me. // The essence of male and female. / This, almost unspeakable, ails me.

Dorianne Laux

My brother doesn’t remember all of it / and I don’t either. Between us // most of that day is lost.

Joshua Boettiger

a man is swallowing his penis and turning into a flower. I thought I could sit down / and burn a hole through my suffering by sheer focus. I got distracted.

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