Carl Phillips – Gold Leaf
To lift, without ever asking what animal exactly it once belonged to,
the socketed helmet that what’s left of the skull equals
Lauren Russell – from Descent
Bob: Can I be your lazy eye, your wander- lust, your grave without a headstone, your bleeding gums, your buck teeth - Read rest of poem
Henry Wei Leung – Life Sentences Sonnet for the Goddess
Tiananmen Square, June 1989
You were born in papier-mâché, a face plastered white, a thirty-
three foot emolument on the fourth day, facing the portrait of the
Chairman of Mao.
“Do not write a poetry of rarity, or of rarification, but of *never again*.
Do not even write this poetry but find it, come across it, and step over it. The helpless ant that in the end can lift more than ten times its weight: that is a poetry.”
Poetry Diary: Another snow day. Stuck inside. Not happy about it.
Philip Larkin – Home is so Sad