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Untitled If my father calls I go Among strange letters of a foe I tread the ladder of his breath Ascend my son he says to rest I cannot hold the bird in place And...
Read MoreThe Jivin’ Ladybug is an exciting poetry journal I just came across via Silliman’s Blog. The link is to a poem by Will Alexander, and as always his hypnotic...
Read MorePoem Day 8 Today I think Of the pregnant woman’s belly Like a bag of swag In a white T shirt And her swollen face She’s relaxed Letting go Because she might fart...
Read Morefrom the Paris Review Interview, 2005: GILBERT: “I think serious poems should make something happen that’s not correct or entertaining or clever. I want...
Read MorePoem Written in January I gather the sun from out of the blinds I gather the sun in my hands weaving the strands of light on the floor sunbeams like cobwebs of lion and...
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