Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Tuesday poem #286 : Melanie Dennis Unrau : thumbs





Melanie Dennis Unrau is a poet and PhD candidate from Winnipeg. Her first poetry collection, Happiness Threads: The Unborn Poems (The Muses’ Company, 2013) was nominated for two Manitoba Book Awards. Melanie is co-editor of the environmental humanities journal The Goose and poetry editor of Geez magazine.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Tuesday poem #285 : Sommer Browning : I Thought it was Sunday

I smoke so rarely now
That when I light one
I feel like I’m letting Paul
Put his hand down my pants
On the train tracks.

The long corridor my house
Makes when I come home
A word
That rhymes with known.

The hammered man
Holding the trashed woman
Inarticulating love.

        Walking through a gas leak—

Cumming
Into on coming traffic

I wake up sobbing
As if I were married

So fat I was skinny I was fat.

Your dick friend
Calling your other dick friend
A dick:

a Beat poem
if the Beats were men.



Sommer Browning writes poems, draws comics, and says jokes in Denver. She is the author of Everything But Sex (Low Frequency Press, 2017), You’re On My Period (Counterpath, 2016), Backup Singers (Birds, LLC; 2014), and other things. With Elisa Gabbert and Brian Foley, she curates Death Horse, a monthly reading series. In 2017 she opened GEORGIA, a popup art space in her garage. She is a librarian.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Tuesday poem #284 : M H Vanstone : [untitled]


doubt a lack
or presence

full of

without

regardless

comes
morning

none in
the open field

the paths
of air

sure

was its
own answer

and that truly

said something

M H Vanstone is a Toronto writer with a background in film. His work has been published prior in The Puritan and (parenthetical). His debut chapbook, That Pass Between, was published by words(on)pages press in 2016.

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Tuesday, September 04, 2018

Tuesday poem #283 : Anthony Etherin : SUNDIAL


Laid,
an onus set,
a gnomon gates sun, on a dial….

Sky rhythms fly by, wryly,
by my crypt—
by syzygy.

Sulphur sun succumbs:
Dusk dulls us, murmurs,
blunts us up.

Soft glows of hollow moon
grow gnomon forms on
ponds of rock.

This night is finishing.
Its vigil lifting, nitid shifting
gilts this dish in twilight’s stirrings.

Restless edges represent:
The steeple’s lengths lessen when
the flexed degrees descend.

A raw and rampant
dawn attracts a waltz.
A vacant patch draws back:

Laid,
an onus set,
a gnomon gates sun, on a dial….


Anthony Etherin is a UK-based writer of constrained, formal and experimental poetry. He has been published online numerous times—including by The Account Magazine, Cordite Poetry Review and Nagari Magazine—and in the print magazines Timglaset and Touch the Donkey. Leaflets and chapbooks of his poetry have been published by No Press, Spacecraft Press, The Blasted Tree, and Timglaset Editions, as well as by his own press, Penteract Press, through which his collection of palindromic and anagrammatic micropoems, Cellar, was published in March 2018. Find him on Twitter @Anthony_Etherin and via his website, anthonyetherin.wordpress.com.

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