Tuesday poem #486 : Andrew Gorin : SKUNKS EAT LEAVES

 

 

 

Skunks eat leaves, peaceably in our garden
As if this sibilance mattered to them
Ferns confirm a photorealistic atmosphere
Friends go in a hose to drink

When you expect it, there it is
The cup knows the hand like a question
Creases time in the static, turning air
Into vacuoles of discomfiture
Do not adjust your lawn protocol 

Skunks eat leaves, mean art hogs
Hogs mean art, art eats
Capital. I have used up all
Of my words for accumulation

 

 

 

Andrew Gorin is a poet and scholar based in Brooklyn. His creative and critical writings appear in Chicago Review, Urban Omnibus, The Boston Review, and Criticism, among other publications. He’s currently a Postdoctoral Fellow at NYU and an editor for the Organism for Poetic Research (organismforpoeticresearch.org) and The Distance Plan (thedistanceplan.org).

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Tuesday poem #485 : Rose Maloukis : in winter

 

     after Fred Moten

 

thin miles north free air
escalator escalated escalation

barbet dartling
deleaves     sing sing

strew me 

crimson condition contrition
crib me a name

hey Mac ya fella

wild  wild     tuk…tuk…
hammer hammer 

yur domain
domorrow extinction   org you

somewhere
in Singapore no song

in winter 

 

 

 

Note: The bird is a coppersmith barbet which, as of 2017, had lost 68% of its range of habitat and shifted upslope to 1100m (3608 feet) in response to warming temperatures.

 

 

Rose Maloukis is a poet and visual artist, with a BFA from Wayne State University, Detroit, MI., who in 2015 found that her painted lines were turning more and more into written ones.  Since then, her poetry has been shortlisted for an international award, won prizes from both Geist and ARC, and been published in The Fiddlehead. Her chapbook, Cloud Game with Plums was published in 2020 by above/ground press. Two poems have been included in The New Quarterly’s Winter 2022 edition. Several poems are part of chapbooks from Turret House Press. Most recently her ekphrastic poem, Love Poem for a Portrait of a Poem is published in longconmagazine.

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Tuesday poem #484 : Shane Kowalski : Who Else Is Awake?

 

 

I saw you last night in my dreams wading into a still and silent pond. I woke up stumbling in the dark—desperate for a glass of water. Couldn’t go back to sleep, couldn’t uncover the good way to live day to day. Meanwhile, did you know? At that cracked bronze hour of not-morning and not-night, the cars on the overpass sound like ancient winds on a snowy mountain.  

 

 

 

Shane Kowalski lives in Pennsylvania. He works for the United States Postal Service. He is the author of Small Moods (Future Tense Books). 

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