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Poetry Off the Shelf
Cass Donish on grief rituals, putting on makeup, and letting in joy.
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Marriage & Companionship
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- PoemBy William OlsenObservation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
- PoemBy Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold War
they had 30 leftover dolphins.
An officer… - PoemBy Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,
Some type of supernatural creature.
My mother would tell… - PoemBy Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed
at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous.
You unhooked… - PoemBy Richard SikenDriving, dogs barking, how you get used to it, how you make
the new streets… - PoemBy DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s
mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence… - PoemBy Amber AdamsOn the morning after my death
it will seem like any other day
where you will both wake and sleep
and… - PoemBy C.L. O’DellOne day
either you
or me
as if drugged
will be staring
at a collage
of photos
in an unfamiliar
foyer… - PoemBy J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose,
My dear, the text my musings glose:
I call you for convenience love.
… - PoemBy Shira ErlichmanIn the cab, you turn pink from the streetlights checkering the window.
Just as palpable, you grow inner… - ArticleBy Julie IrigarayA hymn to female independence in the form of a withering critique of marriage
- PoemBy Brian GyamfiWhen Eloise tells Kofi she wants a divorce,
he sits naked on the kitchen floor skinning
an ox tongue… - PoemBy Gabrielle BatesI am warned against marrying
early love. I am also told
it works out, sometimes,
for saplings can be… - PoemBy Isabel Duarte-GrayThe Devil made a meal of me and all
the Sundays I was sleeping.
To think of all the hours,
what I might… - PoemBy Philip Metres1.
Outside, in a country with no word
for outside, they cluster on trees,
red bunches. I looked up… - PoemBy Susan BrowneI know something’s cooking
When you give me that look,
Your eyes appearing slightly crossed
Above your… - PoemBy Lauren WhiteheadOkay
Tell that to the palm
of this Black man’s hand
ever so slightly cupped
and carrying in its bend… - PoemBy Charlotte PenceI. Only Use Light Years When Talking to the General Public
or to squirrels who test spring between … - PoemBy Keetje KuipersUp the snow-slicked hill, the truck's tracks behind
us like the drag of our twin wedding trains,
until…