Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Tuesday poem #328 : Diana Arterian : THE HUMAN IMAGE

God, a selfish crease
knits a father, child

snares a human down
waters form his dress

Then of dismal dime
feeds over the shade

bears the heathen nest
thickest Brain in there

Diana Arterian [photo by Ali-Reza Nusrat] is the author of the poetry collection Playing Monster :: Seiche (1913 Press, 2017), the chapbooks With Lightness & Darkness and Other Brief Pieces(Essay Press, 2017), Death Centos (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2013), and co-editor of Among Margins: Critical & Lyrical Writing on Aesthetics (Ricochet, 2016). A Poetry Editor at Noemi Press, her creative work has been recognized with fellowships from the Banff Centre, Caldera, Vermont Studio Center, and Yaddo, and her poetry, essays, and translations have been featured in Asymptote, Black Warrior Review, BOMB, Denver QuarterlyLos Angeles Review of Books, and The Poetry Foundation website, among others. Born and raised in Arizona, she currently resides in Los Angeles where she is a doctoral candidate in Literature & Creative Writing at the University of Southern California. 

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Tuesday, July 09, 2019

Tuesday poem #327 : Winston Le : black metal alloy

beta-bitten. third generation
born into werewolf diaspora—
Hannah comes of age.

bristled bare feet ice-burn,
wander lunar-chilled fields
amidst argent forest. invertebrates on all
fours. clenches teenage-berserker fangs—
metamorphous-grit the night
of tết beneath full moon rite-of-passage.

glossolalia tiếng-hư. horror
monster language bilingual-
prefixes & portmanteaus
her cleft-shapeshifter ego. 

torn vascular-scripture diary-scrawls
bad grace. namesakes— 
the blessed                              the cursed
helix-intertwine like barbwires. metal
characters reverse-engineer & phonetic-meld
vietglish incarnate—cô ấy la

alpha-transformed       Hưnnah.

Winston Le is a Vietnamese-Canadian poet and asemic artist who resides in Langley, BC. He is a graduate of the Creative Writing program at Kwantlen Polytechnic University and through the Surrey Poet Laureate Program was the Events Coordinator for Asians on Edge, an avant-garde Asian-Canadian diasporic literary event. His poems have been featured in both filling Station and Seagery Zine. His debut chapbook, translanguaging was shortlisted for the 2018 Broken Pencil Zine Awards. He most recently collaborated with multi-instrumentalist composer, Cameron Catalano in composing an art song as part of Art Song Lab 2019, which was performed by soprano singer, Robyn Driedger-Klassen and pianist, Rachel Iwaasa at Pyatt Hall.

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Tuesday, July 02, 2019

Tuesday poem #326 : Avonlea Fotheringham : savage beauty

be the succubus, dark-eyed,
moths alighting on her flesh:

asylum is such a vulgar word for shelter.

i am rigid, and softer than i wish,
tearing up hands in glass.

my clothes are held together
by tepid water;
they’re only clothes.

my skin is sharp
sequin; my tendons solid gold
the shape of flowers.

exhilaration or repulsion,
tenderness or vitriol bloody my hands.

my clothes are rolling clouds
that guess the shape of a woman.

Avonlea Fotheringham is an Ottawa poet, publisher, and a former co-editor of In/Words Magazine and Press. She competed with Capital Slam to place in semi-finals at the 2014 Canadian Festival of Spoken Word, and has performed in Ottawa, Toronto, Guelph, and Victoria, BC. Her work has been published by (parenthetical), The Steel Chisel, phafours press and others. In 2015, she joined Verse Ottawa as Festival Administrator, and founded her poetry press, Hussy.

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Tuesday, June 25, 2019

Tuesday poem #325 : Jordan Davis : LOVE, for Scott Miller

It was a nice planet
until the girl Jesus showed up
and then it was very heaven—

The way, the truth, the hot, white light—

And her miracle, the budding—
the fun old ways She healed
with Her television shows
we couldn’t turn off—

Everyone of Her the same DNA
and they keep Their number constant

She knows better than we did
how to keep those of us
who gave up our father and our mother
and all the children—

to walk with Her all our days

Jordan Davis’s second book, Shell Game, appeared in 2018 from Edge Books.

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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Tuesday poem #324 : Rob Winger : 19/85 (LETTER FOR TWO, LOST)

for Alicia and Eldon


Dear friends, have I given you October?
How the deepest lakes fill with blue?
Or the tired hills turn to vinyl sleeves?
You’ve seen it before, I know.

But still. It’s here.


They cut the earth for you
into tight, crisp cubes.
Chestnut horses by the pond, that breeze.
From here, you can still see

where the old ports met
their muddy banks, cleaved
Ecclesiastes into bread.
Some of that was yours. Remember?


I’ve chosen lines for your mother.
The ones with cracks that let the light on in.
They tack them up beside your pictures,
eternally looping on the closed-circuit TV.

There’s nothing smart to say


Out in the field, you already knew that.
We all get basement cake
when the service finally ends,
you said. Why not share the recipe?


Along the highway, they’ve finally
patched the busted bridge.
It holds my car above
a tiny creek
filled with microscopic things
already preparing for winter.

We're all riding the brake.

Rob Winger's first book, Muybridge's Horse, lost some of Canada's most prestigious literary awards. He's also the author of The Chimney Stone and, most recently, Old Hat. Rob lives in the hills northeast of Toronto, where he teaches at Trent University.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Tuesday poem #323 : Brenda Brooks : Ebb

The thrill is gone, she said.  
Life’s not one long jubilee anymore:

Left last night — won’t be back.

But to be fair she put it kinder
(she was always very polite)

and clarified the situation over many hand-
written pages of textured linen warm as rum,

or the dune-colored chapters from
an old book about shipwrecks.

To and fro rolled her indigo waves —
a lonely mariner’s log recording miles

& miles of overboard losses:

Eight pages.

Eight abandoned beaches
of late September.

As for flotsam:

a single strand of her hair.

Brenda Brooks has published two poetry collections and a novel, Gotta Find Me an Angel, a finalist for the Amazon.ca/Books In Canada First Novel Award. Her work has been included in anthologies in the U.S., Canada, and the UK. Her new novel, HONEY, a passionate, dangerous, noirish tale about, well, two women, will be published by ECW Press in Fall of 2019.

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