What is sacred, what is beauty, what is tragedy, what rites of passage have we endured to be initiated into the complexities of our humanity? Anastacia-Reneé’s words frame so many questions, read like ritual, read like nursery rhymes, invoke ancestors and Becky alike in a nuanced honest reflection of this time in life.

 

Safe Word, Donald Dunbar’s second collection of poetry, acts as a tonic against spiritual death. This book is the kompromat of the undersoul, the blotter paper in the plea deal, a crystal jutting out of the center of an otherwise-innocent forehead. Dunbar chops, screws, solders, and sutures forms of thought and feeling into abominations you might just fall in love with, and be consumed by. Never be bored again.

 

Allen, Escalante, Allen, Barry, Jain, Jackson, Lawless

Weekly Gramma 07292017

I'm perfectly happy to tell you about my knife

Richard Chiem

One Poem

cereal / at a weird / time of day

Al-Samarrai, Gallo-Brown, Truslow, Raza, Konopka, Menzies, Chandel

Weekly Gramma 07132017

How many days this time have we eloped here, / but not enshrined love, here?

Kelly Schirmann

Three Poems

Eventually / The New World split itself / between ideology and action

Shane van Hayden, Deborah Poe + Hassen Saker

Weekly Gramma 06282017

Anastacia-Reneé + Donald Dunbar

from (v.) and Safe Word

your baby pigeon is out in the world

Anton Yakovlev

Ten Poems

Geraniums survived—or so you said— / much longer than our corrugated slam.

CL Young

from LANGUAGE OBJECT

I see the idea of an alphabet.

Alice Notley

Live from Seattle Arts & Lectures

I had to make the entire history of literature exist in me in order to be able to do anything at all

Fields, Valentine, Spahr, Koeneke, Harper

Weekly Gramma 05152017

What's the point of poetry?
Lol, I don't know.

Stacey Tran

Excerpts from Soap for the Dogs

Adult man / pours milk / into beer mug / / / / / / Satisfaction

Graham Foust

Seven Poems

an endlessly-drawn-out sarcastic-ish kiss / at water making new pictures possible

Amaranth Borsuk

Elegy facing crochet holes and knit slubs with running stitch

of you

David Mucklow

One Poem

In knowing home waters / you know we cannot claim them

Timothy Dyke

Ten Poems

Through the tight metal lid he heard scratching and scurrying. He ran away to watch cartoons.

Jake Vermaas

One Poem

All supposed to help but little did they know     i loved

Andrea Hollander

Three Poems

Don’t play with your food. / Don’t line up the peas.

Sean Thomas Dougherty

Two Poems

Under a moonless sky. Blue chalk / like dried blood staining his palms.

Richard Lucyshyn

One Poem

a welter of disrobing thoughts ...

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