Sharon Olds reads with the Dickman twins this Thursday. Sharon Olds is the author of nine books of poetry including The Dead & the Living, winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her most recent book is One Secret Thing. Matthew Dickman is the author of All American Poem, which won the 2008 American Poetry Review/Honickman First Book Prize [...]
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry by Matthew Dickman
February 23, 2010 – 11:32 am
FOUR SWITCHES
1. VENT
I can feel the Christ inside me with his side cut open
so he can breathe like a fish
like someone who has been choking on a small bone, maybe
a tiny part of another animal’s vertebrae,
when a friend grabs him from behind, forces
him to lunge, the bone flying out into the restaurant’s candlelight.
And I feel [...]
My Mother by Kirsten Andersen
February 1, 2010 – 4:16 pm
My Mother
She is bent at the waist at a west coast aquarium,
reclined in the daylight of Brooklyn, sober in her role
as a witness to the state, she is dancing at the club
on public television. She sinks her nails into my neck
at the police station, when I am caught stealing lip balm
from the pharmacy, she is [...]
“Interruptions” by Alana Joblin Ain
December 5, 2009 – 6:06 am
The table saw interrupted the carpenter’s banjo—
Brian’s two fingers fell
to the floor.
Now I’m the girl who weeps uncontrollably at work
sobbing like when my car spun down St. Mathews
interrupting a class full of silence.
Crying when Madame Wagner called me to the front to recite Baudelaire
and I couldn’t, but can still feel the cool pink tiles against [...]
Purloin
November 2, 2009 – 3:33 pm
As a result, the governors, as a body, won the respect, and even the reverence, of a great mass of the populace, but gained comparatively little actual and personal affection.
Hello, i am Jillian Anderton
Try it for the well-being
I have never enjoyed myself so much before. Standing as usual in the middle of the hall and [...]
“Poem” by Joshua Clover
September 30, 2009 – 1:44 am
We always send it to the wrong address
And now that buoys even our most impersonal days. Everyone is beautiful!
And then almost everyone. C’est cool-ça, the shift that enchants the world
Or at least the afternoon of the world before it’s off
To meet Chris and all at glimmering Colleen’s
Arriving southside early and so twenty min for Lyn’s [...]
Like As If, Poetry by Bruce McRae
September 18, 2009 – 2:56 am
Is this the eye’s needle or the wind in a rag?
Is this a muslin hedgerow or a delinquent Roman numeral?
A cute little shillelagh, or is it kitty-kat porn?
Attila’s airbrush or an ex-solstice window-shopping?
A damaged kidney or a spectre sleeping in a lawnchair?
I’m not quite sure if this is angel-wire or banana-bread.
I can’t see if it’s [...]
