his name is Johnny I think you’d alike him I keep picturing
you both drinking risky together god that’d be the worst
actually but any way I tell him all about you and how you
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Trudy Sugawa Hodnefield.
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Look. In the kinder
fallow of spring, the trees
grow green. Not forever green, not envious,
—Our Poet of the Week, Loisa Fenichell.
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Somewhere a bee is dancing
in total darkness, to a viewership of sixty thousand
other, comprehending bees
—Out #PoetoftheWeek, RK Fauth (@rk_fauth). This Friday 8/29, she will be a featured poet along with Safia Jama at our Friday Night Open.
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He screenshots the poem before clambering
out of the Jeep to aim at the youths throwing stones,
most of which are likely repurposed rubble from bombed buildings
—#PoetoftheWeek@YouKnowFargo reads his feature poem "An American Writes a Poem,"
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I have forged an island
atop your absence. Each day I wake
closer to sea level.
—Poet of the Week Maria Gray reads her feature poem, "Sea Level"
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You’ll take my [ voice | story | memory ]
And weave it with others
To create a loosely woven map
—Our #PoetoftheWeek, Rebecca Yeong Ae Mzengi Corey.
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