Dailies 6/19/18



Ann Rae Jonas– Closure

A doctor makes a small
incision—a mere hyphen—

in the crease of an upper lid
pinned open by paralysis

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 Natalie Diaz  – American Arithmetic 

Native Americans make up less than
one percent of the population of America.
0.8 percent of 100 percent.

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Roger Reeves – Children Listen

                It turns out however that I was deeply
Mistaken about the end of the world
        	The body in flames will not be the body
In flames but just a house fire ignored
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Q: How many women and minority writers were published in major literary publications last year?

For answers, see The 2017 VIDA Count

“…while the number of women and nonbinary people published in these top-tier publications may not yet be on our side, the number of us no longer willing to accept the normalcy of these frankly discriminating publishing practices is on our side.

“And VIDAs, if need be, I trust that together we can burn this whole establishment to the ground and build something just and beautiful in its place.”

“Corral hopes his poems make the internal lives of immigrants visible, something he said is forgotten or intentionally omitted in the national conversation.”

Eduardo C. Corral – Testament Scratched into a Water Station Barrel (Partial Translation)

After Rita Dove

******Apá, dying is boring. To pass las horas,
***********************************I carve
***************************our last name
***********************************all over my body.
“There are days when I sit down at the desk like, ‘What am I doing at the desk? I should be out in the field. I should be doing something to really mobilize and do something,’” Corral said. “But we do need poets…from these kinds of background, Mexican-Americans, from El Salvador, from Guatemala, telling these stories.”

Remember the humanity of immigrants, this poet urges – Jennifer Hijazi – PBS Newshour – 6/18/18

Dailies 6/18/18



 A. E. Stallings– Sea’s Fool 

I dreamed there was a flower called “Sea’s fool”
That bloomed wild, dawdling on the shore, unkempt,
Wind-tousled. Glamored by the name, I dreamt
The pink tinge of a second-water jewel.

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Roddy Lumsden – Autism 

Some nights I catch the smell
*************of the lives of others,

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Chip Livingston – San Benito

the black bird stripped off their feathers 
they issued the jubilee of plenary indulgence
in eucharistic communion expressing effects 
of anxieties intercessed and intersexed 
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Is this the “next Wilfred Owen”?


A&E nurse named ‘next Wilfred Owen’ after winning Prince William’s poetry prize  – Hannah Furness – The Telegraph – 6/18/18

One for the Team, by Debbie Lawson

I keep seeing you mate, intact and laughing,

holding up your baby to make us smile.

I keep hearing you mate, joking, urging, ‘come on lads keep together, don’t step on the cracks it brings bad luck’.

‘Keep it tight boys, we’ll be home by the footy season’.

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“And those screams that you hear /Aren’t from children in fear,”

We do not have a policy of separating families at the border. Period.

Here’s a Dishonest Tweet from Secretary of Homeland Security Kirstjen Nielsen and Also Five Limericks – Matthew Dessem – Slate – June 17, 2018

We are not stealing kids at the borders,
We’re not giving them panic disorders,
And those screams that you hear
Aren’t from children in fear,
But we won’t be admitting reporters.

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Dailies 6/17/18



Robert Hayden – Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early 
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, 
then with cracked hands that ached 
from labor in the weekday weather made 
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. 
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John F. Deane – Rainbow

Already another year
is touching on high tide; winds
have been raising waves across the swollen meadow,

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 Eric Greinke & Alison Stone  – Emergency 

A siren blares down the highway,
hysterically red as raw meat.
I imagine the worst disasters,
twisted bodies in crumpled cars,

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“the classic of the human heart and the human mind.”


The Book of Songs: Poems that helped shape Chinese thought – A collection of ‘folk poems’ said to have been picked up from alleys and fields around China, The Book of Songs also functioned as satire, diplomacy and moral instruction, writes Martin Kern. – BBC – 5/30/18

In the same way that Homer’s epics took hold within the West, The Book of Songs played a role in spheres far beyond literature, with a lasting influence on Chinese civilisation. The collection had an impact on education, politics and communal life: in antiquity, the Songs were quoted and recited as coded communication in diplomatic exchange; invoked as proof to cap a philosophical argument; read as commentary – satirical more often than not – on historical circumstances; and taught for the purposes of moral edification. It has continued to affect Chinese society since then, both through what the Songs say and the form they take.


Guan! Guan! Cry the fish hawks
on sandbars in the river:
a mild-mannered good girl,
fine match for the gentleman.

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NY Times–slowing time

“It is as much poem as radiant passage.” – Terrance Hayes 

The reeds shook. A wide flat ass cradled in leather pants. This man’s
body I know and this one; I know what happens in two years, in
five in twenty. “Time passing.” Strong here, weak here, breaks
along the line of. Bowsprit/disaster. Mooooooring. Silent ululations

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