Florilegia

Poetry New and Old Sampling obscure and less obscure litmags

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Book Giveaway Extension

Book giveaway extended. Giving away Echo of the Boom. Reblog or like to win.

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i am a wanderer allowed to wander only a certain space.

Kanchi Sharma in PANK

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Forgiveness means softening the edges of what is kept in the chest.

Iris Moulton in PANK

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I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda, excerpt of I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair (via henrydear)

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While my head continued to gnaw Raw black stars

Emily Kendel Frey (in The Volta)

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i know someday i will save all my dawns for you.

Uche Nduka (in Action Yes)

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In this country no one can choose the fall Here people swarm all over to cure you but I’ll live together with the fallen angel for the time being

Kim Hyesoon (Sorrowtoothpaste Mirrorcream)

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When the clouds get ominous with excessive punctuation.  Where parenthesis.  Why red typos.

Daniela Olszewska (out now in Dusie)

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Let me speak freely of what I do not know and in so speaking    know you         freely

David Mutschlecner, in New American Writing

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The best gift that a poet can give his or her I is to allow it to be its own cool animal.

Dorothea Lasky, “Poetry and the Metaphysical I” (in Wave Composition)

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No one could make sense of the trees I had been drawing.

Laura Wetherington (out now in The Normal School)

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When the chalk licks me up, this bodying’s a plantation of want. We’s hungry. Them’s ain’t my hashtag, you’s my hashtag. I’m working side-by-side with the hounds. Teeth on ass in teeth on ass in teeth. Whose lips are moving?

Douglas Kearney in Hyperallergenic.  

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Given 2 persons Alone together In a room Chances are One of them would Have Invented Torture.

Wong May

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I feel like a Britta filter in the rain.

Paul Legault, new poem in The Third Rail Quarterly

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Everyone needs to get away now and then to a place where the refrigerator hums in a different tone than the one back home

Todd Colby (The Scofield, Issue 1, thescofieldmag)

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And you’re free of me except like a whisper hairlash in your eye you keep pullin at, I'm still there

HL Hazuka, in Sidebrow

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I would walk my bike for you

Linnea Ogden, Typo #17