Barnett stretches meaning in other poems to include celestial bodies and space programs as astronomical murmurs, and hauntings as the murmured warnings of systemic racism.
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But in 1961, basketball coaches had yet to become gods. His office was only a little larger than a janitor’s closet.
That Childhood Continent Beyond Illumination are pieces from a larger suite of automatic drawing/poem paintings, intentionally completed in an afternoon.
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Even when a partner tells me they like or love my parts, I’m too entrenched in shame about my labia to believe I could be desirable.
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On the last page of Eveline’s printed homicide story, she has scribbled, “The story might not follow the rules, but I got your attention, didn’t I? You’ll always remember me.”
I was stunned. Sitting there staring at them, I could not believe their power—that they could make the debt, the beast, vanish in the blink of an eye.
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By sharing her personal stories, Petro shows us how to travel our own long field between who we were before—before the divorce, the accident, the grief, whatever profound losses shape us—and who we became after, who we are always becoming.
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Like a twig afloat on a sea of dirty towels, the feeling inside me, laid out on the countertop of my soul, filleted and sweating in the humid air. And yet, wonder eludes the twirling gearhulk of my heart.
Hawk is an everyman, a representative of everyone human. And—like Christian in John Bunyan’s moral allegory A Pilgrim’s Progress, like Dante in The Divine Comedy—Hawk is on a journey to the Godhead.
In the morning, you paced the sand like you were trying to find stable ground. “I am in control,” I thought I heard you say. You did a meticulous job of packing up our tent.
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Medellín is a dreamscape. It’s a parlor show best accompanied with multiple soundtracks. It’s part paradise, it’s part fevered hell, it’s all forms salvation.
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“It is not fear, but something that is beyond language.”
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Our Holocaust education had gone beyond the bounds of institutional sanction. We were now in uncharted waters.
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Even a Banyan tree lives longer than an emperor.
He is free, Bexley thought, free enough to float on that breeze, rise and soar with seagulls if he wanted to.
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We each take what we can / from the angels that visit us.
It’s in these moments that Hobbs Hesler subtly presents space for the reader to ponder the lessons we learn at any age, picking apart notions that we should get second chances.
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It is disrespectful to sleep over the stones / of the insane without dreaming our dreams.
Your body must not have been listening to the positive mantras. It doesn’t have a clue what to do when the time comes.
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as if it matters / that you drowned in freshwater, tap water, or first / in yourself.
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My mother was certain my brother had planned his own death, but she wasn’t sure how he did it.
My sister wrapped her arms around me. I did not cry. I felt nothing.
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Yesterday’s rosy cheeks we thought would stay. / Today our hair has turned more and still more gray.
I’d assumed I’d share my story with him over a beer when he was in his late twenties. A fun anecdote not a cautionary tale.
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“I wish I could once again see / your benches where the weary come to sit / and watch their burdens bloom into butterflies.”
He wonders if his life has been a lie. Was he ever really a selenophile? Were the yearly parades a waste of time? The protests. The fights for equality.
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“For once, I don’t want to call love a feral cat; / I want to forgive myself the way water / forgives everything.”
I have stories and photographs to remind me. But the rest is scattered like the 509th on that beach.
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where were you // when you heard it / who were you with / what did it make you feel
Sudden understanding has snapped me from her side like a branch from a tree in strong wind.
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