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A poem.

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Still here apparently.

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New issue of Prelude w/ some TWCA <3

Happy to have three poems in the new issue of Prelude with so many awesome poets, some of which I’m lucky to know as people.

FROM THAT WHICH COMES AFTER

If the mourning never ends

There’s a clot to dig

Through the ground til my body

Changes are made people grow

Out of these sweaters another

Reason for the fire coated

In a light dust from

Behind the oven where I lose

Touch your feelings as I thought

It’s not right anymore and this

Is another sad love poem

The place I go you couldn’t

Follow me to the reading

Features I thought you’d find

Intrigue or emotional depth

Locate you could never

Build a sandcastle without

Getting in my eyes now

Can’t blink it’s almost

Time or how much we’ve

Develop incurable illness

Keep hold my ears until

The pain subsides wonder

What you feel like if cut

Open you might discover

Really had so much to give

Landscapes roll out behind

Me I’m the reason pretty sure

We had as much a chance

Anyone boards the aircraft

Not everything is predictable

Sometimes we can’t get off

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Ritual Training: A Grocery List

Sunning my back accidentally Ends in a cancer with no name In case of water landing I stop listening knowing Better knowing what ends Is ending is impossible, impenetrable The shouting of earth to gold crane A perfect balance out of our control Before the fall water always building

Or destroying feel that Under the cheekbones sometimes Weddings make me forget What love is I remodel My french braid Reapply a study group To these bags My eyes are vivid Examples of why sleep Is important step out Of the car and it’s sunset Nature you’ve never seen The sky like this never The scent of rust & earth Is mine out of me and I know I’m part of the problem Listening to the radio Has an expiration date I can’t remember the last time I ran in a field even writing That feels stale her face Rolling back in silent Pans out walking distance From the movie theatre Sticky fingers attempts to lick clean My dog gave birth to puppies Her litter two dead in their sacks An inky splinter moving Closer to bone this healing Take them away she’ll keep Licking she’ll forget about the living Second degree burn Filled/weighted with sand I wonder how we manage On the trip back

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Yoko Ono

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Yoko Ono, ‘Bag Piece performed by Yoko Ono in Perpetual Fluxfest, Cinematheque, New York, June 27, 1965,’ 1964, Museum of Modern Art

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In love with Ana Mendieta!

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Verse Daily | Nov 2

Ritual Training: Lake Erie, 2003        

Interested in nothing is how I explained myself

Light swamped crotch don't talk so loud

when we're infested with particulars

Bees rubbed into my forest, my snare

Eight inches to jack me

How much I hate the seed but love the berry

Try to squeeze the dress on somehow

My hair curled with your sweat

Run my hands over the pine needles

Saturate a daybed my disturbance of your clothes

When you text my name to me

Red delicious swells my gums, scratches the throat

Get caught on the saltfish

Hang glide my slutty fountain

Endangered hologram

Stream a documentary on dolphins

Eat a fat sandwich, clean my ducts

I was taught how to pour correct head

So hard to be a good person

The correct procedure for timing a pulse

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rainy day real estate

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SOFT THREAT by ALEXIS POPE 

SOFTER, SOFTEST THREAT

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It’s coming

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gahhhhh laurarelyea is the BEST 

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heyteebs killin it on 90s Meg

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Carleen Tibbetts Reviews Soft Threat

SOFT THREAT BY ALEXIS POPE COCONUT BOOKS, 2014; 108 PP REVIEWED BY CARLEEN TIBBETTS

Alexis Pope’s first full-length collection, Soft Threat, first and foremost, could not be more appropriately titled. Sandwiched between an introductory quote from extrovert poet supreme, Anne Sexton, and ending with Pope herself admitting having to fake extroversion to navigate all the worlds she inhabits as human/poet/lover/partner/mother, is a series of intricate, introverted, and exquisite privacies laid bare so tenderly and honestly that one wonders where the “threat” in the title looms. Moving through the work, I realize Pope herself is the vulnerable, tender threat. She truth-knifes the reader with lines like, “I have these missiles/and no one to hold them,” and “there are never/enough strawberries in my pockets/when i am trying to tell you that hell/is not where you think it is.” Each of the three sections in the book begins with lyrics from tracks of Hole’s “Live Through This” album, and several poems are also titled after songs penned by Courtney Love. Reading Pope’s words against the backdrop of Courtney’s persona, intensity, and reputation, these poems are little razorblades tucked into babydoll dresses. They are the stains on the silk before the Celebrity Skin makeover. They reverb. Pope rivals Sexton’s confessional verse and Love’s outspoken sexual frankness with lines admitting to wanting “a good man/with diamonds/for his dick.” While some of these poems make us feel safe and small like “Moonrise Kingdom” with its innocence and whimsy, this book isn’t cute. Pope doesn’t dial it down. Bedroom fantasyscapes, relationship failures, pregnancy, miscarriages, and what it means to move in and among this world as a female body are just some of the themes Pope tackles. She isn’t afraid to get a little bloody in her subject matter and language. There is such an excellent balance both in terms of content and form in Pope’s work. Many poems are narrative and tight in their structure, while others become more blown apart on the page. In terms of speaker and voice, there is the I and there is the i. There is “fuckedoffness” and “crotchbloom.” There is the beauty of “I felt a swan nest/in my navel & I gave you my high sap.” Pope’s poetry is the exquisite high sap, and I don’t want to wash away the stick.

http://www.americanmicroreviews.com/soft-threat-by-alexis-pope