Found in Translation

October 23, 2017

Contributor’s Marginalia: Virginia Konchan on “On Our Nightly Walk, She Takes My Hand” by Jessica Jacobs Jessica Jacobs’ “On Our Nightly Walk, She Takes My Hand” is a poem that packs an immense wallop (emotionally, architecturally, intellectually), in six mere couplets. The poem begins almost voyeuristically—a fascinating beginning, considering the intimacy implied in the title—with the speaker […]

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Code and Chalice

October 15, 2017

Contributor’s Marginalia: Melanie Almeder on “Virus” by Amit Majmudar If only I could catch such a poem from a doorknob anywhere in my town during flu season. If only we all coughed in such poetry as Majmudar’s “Virus”. ↔ Just as I am about to say, on a more serious note (though his poem itself is full […]

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18 Things I Love about “What Is Left to Say about the Body”

October 9, 2017

Contributor’s Marginalia: Michael Bazzett on “What Is Left to Say about the Body” by Stevie Edwards 1. The simplicity of the language. I don’t think there’s a word here that most 9 year-olds couldn’t handle. 2. Yet Edwards makes a lament out of that lexicon that had me staring out the window for a while. 3. And […]

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I’m Not an Ancestor Unless Someone Comes After Me

October 2, 2017

Contributor’s Marginalia: Cortney Lamar Charleston on “Ancestors” by Adrienne Su We see them as old, but they were thirty once, thirteen. They’re dead, not aged. They seldom imagined us; we were unknowable, an idea. Today would have been my paternal grandfather’s birthday, something I’m reminded of when my own father re-shares a Facebook post from four years […]

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“Prayer,” Point of View, and in Praise of Empathy

September 25, 2017

Contributor’s Marginalia: Dick Allen on “Prayer” by Michael Bazzett In my family history, there’s a story of how, when my great-grandfather Allen was about to be born, someone shouted the news down from the farmhouse to where my great-great grandfather was plowing a lower field. My great-great grandfather loosed his horses. He abandoned the plow in a […]

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