I.V. Katen is a young writer who goes to school in Atlanta, GA.
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baby foal or i fear the feeling of water on my bare skin
when it rains outside, it doesn’t stop. the flood rolls in easily, smoothly. taking out many. taking out all. the children– they say that when you look out over the horizon when the water rises above the lower doorsteps– they say there’s a stillborn horse, covered in placenta and oxygen-starved blood, just there. just there. “reincarnated from a bad, bad person, probably.” reincarnated to die in the womb. cowled over the rivers and the streams. cowled over the rocks. dead as a doornail but still, just there. something that will never gallop. something that will never breathe by itself. did the mother drown? was the father shot? were there any older siblings? younger? walking towards it proves unnecessary. it’s just there. strabismus…
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sister
a loneliness
for which
I was framed
my father saw his first ghost and his first UFO on the same day
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canoe
of heartbreak
a wound
is
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a fish
occurring
to fish
I patch my son’s nightmare with the shadow of a fish
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Cain
had a sister
he wouldn’t
kill
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raise mosquito
the lost earring
of christ
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Bad Anatomy
poems, Hannah Cohen
Glass Poetry Press, 2018
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Hannah Cohen is a poet of petition whose Bad Anatomy had me apologizing to the ruins for learning too quickly and to my eyes for treating them like the same birthmark. Had me asking presence to reveal its age. Cohen understands that if sorrow was at first a failed comedian, it was next the uncredited creator of the laugh track. By which I mean to say this book happens twice. In this, the regifted paperweight of becoming. In that, the bodily future of having been. Periphery has no country. These poems are astral and frank.
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reflection by Barton Smock
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book is here:
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Barbara Fant, from Youngstown, Ohio, is a minister, poet, and artist facilitator. She has been writing and performing for over ten years. She has represented Columbus on four National poetry slam teams and five individual competitions. She placed 8th out of 96 poets in the 2017 Women of the World Poetry Slam. She has been commissioned by The Columbus Foundation, the City of Columbus, and the Women’s Fund of Central Ohio. She has featured with The Columbus Symphony, ProMusica Chamber Orchestra, and The Harmony Project. You can find her work in the Columbus Makes Art campaign, the Columbus Museum of Art, TEDx Columbus, and Columbus Alive named her a 2017 People to Watch. She is the author of one poetry collection, Paint, Inside Out (released in 2010 by Penmanship Books of New York City), and two chapbooks, Them Brilliant Suns and RibCaged (both released in March of 2017). She…
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I’ve been alone longer than you’ve been alive
–
it
that sees double
is not
a ghost
–
puberty left me for the doll this eyepatch belongs to. (I did not deny
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a talented god
Carl Boon lives in Izmir, Turkey, where he teaches courses in American culture and literature at 9 Eylül University. His poems have appeared in many magazines, including Posit, The Maine Review, and Diagram. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Boon recently edited a volume on the sublime in American cultural studies.
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THE CHILD AND I
From its place on the sofa
the child, not yet three,
discovers patterns in the way
we talk and move. You call it
a filament of understanding,
incredible, and soon we’ll be,
you say, enveloped in its thoughts.
But you are the father,
the one with secrets who needs
a universe your own—a place
of maps and streetcars
with foreign names. For this
I hate you, as I am here with it,
aware of fractures, planning.
I must listen while you listen
to Pound name the wildflowers
south of Lanzhou, Eliot tap through
Russell…
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