If you spent your Valentine’s Day single and lamenting happy couples, fear not, you may still have a chance at romance. And you may find that hope in Lang Leav, bestselling author of three books of poetry, Memories, Love & Misadventure, and Lullabies. Besides winning the 2014 Goodreads Choice award…
Tag: Poetry
Tony Hoagland’s Poems are Tools for Contemporary America by Christopher McDermott
“We just want to be manipulated with a little fucking consideration” —Tony Hoagland from Application for Release from the Dream Tony Hoagland’s poetry doesn’t mince words but it will proudly mince people and ideas. He can be funny and saddening, often in the same line. His fifth collection, Application for…
“The Blood Shed” translation by Ana Arriaga (2015)
Spanish LA SANGRE DERRAMADA ¡Que no quiero verla! Dile a la luna que venga, que no quiero ver la sangre de Ignacio sobre la arena. ¡Que no quiero verla! La luna de par en par. Caballo de nubes quietas, y la plaza gris del sueño con sauces en las barreras….
“The Scientific Process” By Zachary Bradley (2015)
Collins Literary Prize Winner, Poetry (2015) Ants can withstand 5,000 times their weight, a strength attracting the envy of man. But still, even the strongest backs can break. I glue heads to a centrifuge and wait for the force of spinning to make neck snap, “Ants can withstand 5,000 times…
“Last Coyote” By Michael Stankiewicz (2015)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Third Place (2015) for K.E.J. Despite the buckshot of light from the sky’s many barrels we can’t see them circling Boulder Ridge at three o’clock in the morning. You and I, blanket wrapped in the center of what you call the moonfield—an abandoned soccer tract where…
“Where are you from” By Marissa Stanton (2015)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, Second Place (2015) Silvana is talking about America, my bike is between my skirt. I try to guess her age. Later, I ask if she thinks the man next to the door is— we talk, half-shouting in the café. Where is your daughter, now? I’m mostly…
“September 18th” By Abigail Fagan (2015)
Wallace Stevens Poetry Contest, First Prize (2015) Before they put the yellow sod back on they asked if we’d like to take little clumps of earth and help put him to rest, fingerprinted bits to keep him in the ground in the urn in Montana where it’s cold underfoot and…
