There was cruelty in the pits there were

Grace notes connoting invisible
Satisfactions there was a cloud 

Of purple exhaust glittering with

Fossil flowers & the looming 

Silhouettes of yet-to-be evolved birds.

a conceptual shrimp uses its limbs to reshape the reader’s mind, mounding and clefting your mental world until it is the mental world of some other creature: shark, scallop, arthropod boiled down to pure flavor crunch.

By the end of the book, we have arrived at the beginning, this introduction to a kind of refractory methodology.

I feel jealous of Toby Altman for being so obsessed with this topic, which makes his poetry a “serious project.” I worry I am only serious about my love for people.

I’m a little out of the loop.
Before the service, I buy breath mints
instead of flowers.
I wear the wrong shoes.
I leave my facial tissue in the car.

disproportion
in this arranged
and animal world

Armen Davoudian’s first full-length book, The Palace of Forty Pillars, shows for the first time in far too long what meters and rhymes and inherited forms, used deftly and clearly to speak of real lives, can do.

the invisible signals (yes) of
a net, of a rain, of a cloud—

“These works sometimes manifest in multiple forms that cannot be contained by the print page alone.” -Dao Strom and Jyothi Natarajan, Co-Editors

of mercy, this
is the oval egg
where mercy laid waste
and, wasted, layed
down her altar

Then I realized “Damn, that’s fucked up” and ruminated, chewed on grass like a lilac cow in the Alps.

People will think what they think of Detroit. Some will take the time to explore, to hear the joyful voices and music and birdsong that twist through its streets. Some will never give it a chance.

chog an experience in eppy set: {x},{x} smeers to {yyyyyy}, concresscing, cryssle (CR) to cemend (CM). i positt a numbmur (n), it hings

I keep meaning to write a poem about something really smart.

Whatever answers are to be found lie in the blank space around them, that looming, claustrophobic blankness. Snow. Shame. History. Monstrosity. The steaming, stinking heap of it. Carson lets it answer for itself.

To begin with “klang” is inherently onomatopoetic: you get the primary sound and also its “klang,” you get the signification and its associative resonance. So many of Tranströmer’s poems are about listening, or even living, in a kind of sonic aftermath.

Because the question, as Joudah points out, is not repeatedly being asked: do you believe that Palestinian lives are equal to Israeli lives and Jewish lives?

& that someone asked the blushed face father will he see him again & he said absolutely absolutely & I thought we are the same

Each center describes what happens in another center
I’m not a cynic, I’m here

Watercolor in dream phoneme I hope this reaches you up like where.