Tag Archives: Poetry

Susan Scarlata on Ada Limón, yonder

Okay, so this is two lines with a lot of goodness sandwiched between them, but I want to write about both the first and last lines of one stanza in Ada Limón’s poem “During the Impossible Age of Everyone.” Limón … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Bob Hicok and birds as lineage

and his one suit was crows who wouldn’t stop being the suit when I put the suit on I was young, I met my wife in that crow suit, [from “Amputation: a love story”] The speaker’s grandfather in this Bob … Continue reading

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Abraham Smith on lines by Tim Earley

From Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery Spring placed its finger on my spine. I am not some kind of zombie with a surfboard and ham. I am not some kind of pigeon cooing itself to death. The engine … Continue reading

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Abraham Smith on lines by Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

Motown made our mercy. Only soothe in western rooms rounded in radio waves gleaning out the insides of maternal mind. Unkind charge firing synapse beyond reason goals. She moved through it like lightning, charging each wave with serious challenge, but … Continue reading

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Abraham Smith on lines by Lisa D. Chavez

Tucked away in his tower of useless words, he withers. But the alchemist’s assistant leaves the workshop everyday.  She gathers the stones by calling their names–clicks of her tongue, syllables of silver, turquoise, and jade. They flock to her and … Continue reading

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Abraham Smith on Mei-mei Berssenbrugge’s “GLITTER” (Section 3)

(Note: This post is the first of many that will appear on LINES exploring poems and poets from Lost Roads’ forthcoming Hick Poetics Anthology) 3 The tree encompasses its changing form, while ego, my self of physical experience, looks in the … Continue reading

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Fortunato Salazar on W.S. Merwin, a nun and some seagulls

we are asleep over charts at running windows we are asleep with compasses in our hands and at the bow of the stone boat the wave from the ends of the earth keeps breaking (W.S. Merwin, “The Estuary”) Earlier this … Continue reading

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Maureen Alsop on Hillary Gravendyk’s “Appetites,” from Harm

“I was promised only good things.”   The disillusionment is plain.  Errors furred by illness in an animal spell. A sham on wishes.  Certain messages shut every door. Anger is a kind of truth grievers abide. And the left ones, with their … Continue reading

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Jonathan Thirkield on Niedecker’s no bird dawn

at no bird dawn— from “[I married]” Lorine Niedecker This is a quiet apocalypse. Imagine viewing a bomb impact at close range after its first concussive wave takes out your eardrums: silence, a rising cloud of dust, then a burial, … Continue reading

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Jon Curley on mystery and mastery in Pam Rehm

Among other qualities I admire in a poem are sonically measured lines that follow surprising flight paths. Mischief—in the form of word or sound play, riddles and mix-ups—guarantees delight, especially when keyed to more serious conceits than ironic forks or … Continue reading

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