Dailies 4/12/17: being kind, black holes, a star map. Also: our people deserve poetry without meter.



Christopher Salerno – Black Holes 

No stars now
because tree. Maple
leafing out against
the house. It’s a shame
to mourn alone. I am
a mammal. There are eight
or more openings in
my body. I had previously

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Michael Blumenthal – Be Kind 

Not merely because Henry James said
there were but four rules of life—
be kind be kind be kind be kind—but
because it’s good for the soul, and,
what’s more, for others; it may be
that kindness is our best audition
for a worthier world, and, despite

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Nate Marshall – the valley of its making

for Page

poetry makes nothing happen
—W. H. Auden

the people in the streets
are plucked up like
radishes from dark earth,
heads beat the purplish-red
of ripeness. the women lead
the stupid & brutish to a
future they don’t deserve.

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Adrian Matejka – Map to the Stars

A Schwinn ride away: Eagledale Plaza. Busted shopping
strip of old walkways, crooked parking spaces nicked
like the lines on the sides of somebody’s mom-barbered
head. Anchored by the Piccadilly Disco, where a shootout
was guaranteed every weekend—coughing stars shot from

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