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Poetry broadside on press. #letterpress #bostonprinter #printing #bostonpress #popmembers #crankclickyankback #type #lead #tin #antimony #vandercook #stovefactory #Charlestown #ink #paper #inkonpaper #broadside #poetrybroadside https://www.instagram.com/p/CfFQGbbu6SK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Over a decade ago I pulled this off a telephone pole back when I was attending @uiowa studying theater. I'm going to keep it for the rest of my life or until some crazy life shit happens and it goes to the balck hole of creation to be composted back into tomorrow. ⁣ ⁣ I think I'm going to start making #poetrybroadsides to hand out and post all over Boulder.⁣ ⁣ #Poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #poetryofig #poetryinmotion #poetrygram #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #poetryslam #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetryislife #poetryclub #poetrylove #poetrybook #poetryhive #poetryislove #poetrycosmos #poetrychallenge #poetryisart #poetrybooks #poetrylover #PoetryOfTheDay #poetrytribe #poetrybyme #poetrylife #poetrycorner #poetrydaily (at Boulder, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_5gYNsnVnG/?igshid=wyj50x042bwe

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A little detail, printing Kathleen Flenniken’s poem on Mary Ashton’s paper for @handpapermaking broadside. #washingtonwomenartists #handmadepaper #poetrybroadside #letterpress #catchword #deckledaredevil https://www.instagram.com/p/B2xWtRphEqf/?igshid=313pot93s6o6

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[ibecomeone]

Download a copy of my free ebook “I Become One” by KM Sharp on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/535383

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Un Thé Au Sahara / THE SHELTERING SKY  Juan-Paolo Perre Who amongst us hasn't envied Paul Bowles his late afternoons of long drawn mint teas and café crèmes in the company of only men, the everlasting crescent moon against a midnight Berber blue sky blanketed with clear stars like the Moroccan woman’s discretion? …His fifty-two years of exile…the day’s golden heat that leads into a night of middle-eastern melody, the muezzin's call into the spiraling ether for all to look inward, and the eyes of a people that never ever forget your name, even unto death. #poetry #poem #prosepoem #lyricpoetry #paulbowles #morocco #tangiers #instagood #instamood #instabook #books #poetrycommunity #nomad #expatriate #juanpaoloperre #sienapress #carminathenomadodes #bookrelease #theshelteringsky #untheausahara #maroc #laviemaroccaine #broadside #poetrybroadside #nyc #london #paris #photography

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art by Min Goto

The fourth section of Victoria Adukwei Bulley’s award-winning debut collection, Quiet, comes with epigraphs from Zora Neale Hurston and Toni Morrison. The Morrison line especially suggests the plucky solitude that simmers beneath Bulley’s work: “Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me.” Yet one of the pleasures of the book is that the poet steps out of the solo self to write about other people—about their salutary presence in the mind or in a particular place, about the texture of a friendship.      

Stephanie 

I walked past your house today on the way to mine

I thought I might stop by again & we could talk a little or too long

until late preferably until my phone rings—

somebody was in your porch calling to someone else inside

who was maybe your mother, your sister or even yourself

& I thought about stopping by but it wasn’t your mother’s car

in the drive & no it wasn’t your house anymore.

We would walk to the park at night-time. I would tell you to quit your job.

What is a friend but someone to sit with

on the swings out in the darkness.

. .

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Born the year Disney released Pocahontas, Tayi Tibble, a Maori woman in the colonized state of New Zealand, has inherited a few stories she’d like to detonate. In her collection Poūkahangatus, arriving on our shores this week to mark her American debut, she pays tribute to her ancestors and remembers the community that raised her. Weaving warm lyrics and glass-cut prose poems, visions of love through pop-culture and indigeneity through the questions of capitalism, Tibble uses the force of her wit and her vulnerability to carve her own creation tale in these bold, fresh-voiced poems.

Identity Politcs

I buy a Mana Party T-shirt from AliExpress. $9.99 free shipping via standard post. Estimated arrival 14–31 working days. Tracking unavailable via DHL. Asian size XXL. I wear it as a dress with thigh-high vinyl boots and fishnets. I post a picture to Instagram. Am I navigating correctly? Tell me, which stars were my ancestors looking at? And which ones burnt the black of searching irises and reflected something genuine back? I look to Rihanna and Kim Kardashian shimmering in Swarovski crystals. Make my eyes glow with seeing. I am inhaling long white clouds and I see rivers of milk running towards orange oceans of sunlit honey. Tell me, am I navigating correctly? I want to spend my money on something bourgie, like custom-made pounamu hoop earrings. I want to make them myself but my line doesn’t trace back to the beauties in the south making amulets with elegant fingers. I go back into blackness, I go back and fill in the gaps, searching through archives of advertisements: Welcome to the Wonderland of the South Pacific. Tiki bars, traffic-light cocktails & paper umbrellas. Tell me, am I navigating correctly? Steering through the storm drunk & wet-faced waking up to the taste of hangover, a dry mouth, a strange bed, shirt above my head is the flag fluttering over everything. What were we celebrating? The 6th of February is the anniversary of the greatest failed marriage this nation has ever seen. In America, couples have divorce parties. We always arrive fashionably late. Tell me, am I navigating correctly? The sea our ancestors traversed stretches out farther than the stars.

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Three brief poems of male love, of transcience and what abides. These works fall in a chain of influence from the singular James Merrill (1926–1995) through his younger contemporary and good friend J. D. McClatchy (1945–2018), and down to Richie Hofmann, whose 21st-century work carries an echo of their desires. As a student, Richie wrote his senior thesis on Merrill’s poetry and its relationship to visual art, and later assisted McClatchy in sorting through a collection of Merrill’s books, to facilitate their donation to the James Merrill House in Stonington, CT. 

Last Words by James Merrill

My life, your light green eyes Have lit on me with joy. There’s nothing I don’t know Or shall not know again, Over and over again. It’s noon, it’s dawn, it’s night, I am the dog that dies In the deep street of Troy Tomorrow, long ago— Part of me dims with pain, Becomes the stinging flies, The bent head of the boy. Part looks into your light And lives to tell you so.

Mercury Dressing by J. D. McClatchy

To steal a glance and, anxious, see Him slipping into transparency— The feathered helmet already in place, Its shadow fallen across his face (His hooded sex its counterpart)— Unsteadies the routines of the heart. If I reach out and touch his wing, What harm, what help might he then bring?

But suddenly he disappears, As so much else has down the years . . . Until I feel him deep inside The emptiness, preoccupied. His nerve electrifies the air. His message is his being there.

Things That Are Rare by Richie Hofmann

It is so easy to imagine your absence. Maybe it is night, we are still handsome. All the young are. It is so easy. Another thing to be beautiful. How gently the curtain falls back down and the room is dark again, the season of in-betweenities, my eyes heavy, my lips numb. Fingerprints on the unjacketed books. Inside the collars of the shirts in the open closet— An affluent night. You’ve touched everything in my small room.

. .

More on these authors:

Browse other books by James Merrill. Learn more about the historic James Merrill House and browse their events.

Browse other books by J. D. McClatchy. 

Follow Richie Hofmann @richiehof on Twitter and Instagram, join his advanced poetry course online or in person at 92NY, and hear him read at Women and Children First in Chicago on June 27.

Read Richie Hofmann’s new poem, “Lamb,” recently published in Poem-a-Day by the Academy of American Poets.

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broadside artwork by Min Goto

This January, we lost the Serbian-American poet Charles Simic, born in 1938 in Belgrade. Over five decades and dozens of books, this winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the Frost Medal was a compelling ambassador of the uncanny. He lingered before dusty pawn-shop windows, conversed with hoot owls, and crystallized the oddities of living in the late-20th- and early-21st-century as an experience of essential otherness. But he also suggested that we could find wonder in it, if we happened around the corner at just the right moment.

Summer Dusk 

You’ve been the love of my life,  Light lingering in the sky  At the close of a long day  Over the roofs of some city  Like New York or Rome,  As streets empty in the heat,  And shadows lengthen  And darken every room,  Occupied or still vacant,  Where some turn on the lamp  And others step to a window  To savor this fleeting moment  When everything stops  As if stunned by its own beauty.

. .

More on this book and author: 

Learn more about No Land in Sight by Charles Simic.

Browse other books by Charles Simic.

After Charles Simic’s passing, the poet Carolyn Forché published an essay on Simic, their friendship, and their shared connection with Central Europe. 

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[aaknopf]

art by Min Goto

David Young, now in his nineties, was an influential teacher and mentor of Franz Wright (see our Easter Sunday poem). In the newly expanded edition of Young’s selected work, Field of Light and Shadow, we find this recent poem in homage to another inspiring teacher: the great haiku maker Matsuo Basho (1644–1694), whose consciousness, Young has written, “affiliates itself with crickets, islands, monkeys, snowfalls, moonscapes, flowers, trees, and ceremonies.”

Basho

Each poem is a tiny door, or better still, a window.

Light as a snowflake, slippery as a whale, poised as a candle, silent as an orchid.

We’ve walked a long way together. Somewhere ahead of us a horse whinnies, a crow calls, a beetle’s becoming a firefly.

The horse and the crow are a poem.

The firefly lights our way.

. .

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Learn more about Field of Light and Shadow by David Young.

Browse other books by David Young, including Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times, his translations of selected haiku by Basho.

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In the work of Mark Strand (1934–2015), desolation and isolation come to have their own cadence — one of timelessness, acceptance, and even sly comfort extended to the reader. (This classic, known by heart to Strand’s fans, seemed to call out for a broadside.)

A Piece of the Storm

From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That’s all There was to it. No more than a solemn waking To brevity, to the lifting and falling away of attention, swiftly, A time between times, a flowerless funeral. No more than that Except for the feeling that this piece of the storm, Which turned into nothing before your eyes, would come back, That someone years hence, sitting as you are now, might say: “It’s time. The air is ready. The sky has an opening.”

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Learn more about Collected Poems by Mark Strand.

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