NOCTURNE WOMAN

All things poetry, fashion, art & miscellanea - Erin L. Miller is a poet and writer based in North Carolina. - Online publications here

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2019 by Rickey Laurentiis

...my black     Pleasure is named too explicit for a page, but this menace I put in it is not.

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Funeral: For Us His Gold by Alessandra Lynch

    ...he was beautiful in that pasture of thirty-three cows and we                drank        milk in the blaring heat and ate the cake you’d made. We                were        the only humans there—unholy-seeming things with two                legs, dismal histories—

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Bleach, Sofia Masini

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Hannah Kucharzak: Special Feature

Hannah Kucharzak is a poet and visual artist from Chicago. Her poems have been published most recently, or are forthcoming, in The Louder Coalition, Vagabond City, TYPO, Requited, Pleiades, and Pinwheel. Hannah is anthologized in Civil Coping Mechanisms' A SHADOW MAP: An Anthology by Survivors of Se

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If by yes, Paolo Roversi

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It rained inside me / it is raining inside my neck

Important poem 

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I am nine. We are bored and Karen is dying.

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Olivia Harrison

https://www.instagram.com/fearbear/

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The End by Emily Berry

Poetry Foundation

THIS POEM.

Strange love for the living, strange love for the dead

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Patient, plodding, a green skin growing over whatever winter did to us

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Take it easy, Sadness. Settle down. You asked for evening. Now, it’s come. It’s here.

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To be attached to things is illusion, yet I’m attached to things.

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Living, perhaps our best model for poetry, implies an ongoing attention and engagement with the world... Humor and joy and contentment: these are perhaps the hardest emotions and sensations through and about which to write, at least for me. They risk light verse, and they risk the reader’s thirst beyond a shallow pool. I shake in my kicks every time I start thinking about writing anything with a happy ending or the step before it—of blowing my mad horn on a penultimate note you know will, but hasn’t yet, slid into the root note of the base chord. I don’t do nice and neat, and I’m inarticulate about love, and all my joy is cut with water.