Summer in Another Town
“Docile hamlets grow lazy in the heat like cows;
and thin naked children learn to grow
with the taste of dust in their mouth…”
Poem of the Week (24 August), by Nabanita Kanungo.
When Dolls Were Made of Paper and Sugar Water Was a Tonic
“On the bottom shelves of closets,/ the paper-dolls lay in cots,/ penciled-in eyes trained on doors/ that let in rabid dogs…”
Poem of the Week (31 July), by Saba Husain.
Stakhanov
“The coal in his eyes, in his ears, on his lips, in tears/ that cleansed his corneas, in fingernails. The coal…”
Poem of the Week (9 July), by Somendra Singh Kharola.
Poet of the Month: Simon Perchik
“The subconscious is a gold mine, all you need is a pen in your hand.”
Simon Perchik, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month, talks to Julie Haasova.
Some Boats Don’t Float They Resist Sinking
“I admit I felt nothing when the news broke,/ it was only the stained glass bellies of the purple martins/ flaring, that made my skin bristle into the laketop stillness…”
Poem of the Week (1 July), by M.J. Arlett.
Of Persimmons
“My beloved brought me a basket of Hachiya persimmons, orange-red and glowing…”
Poem of the Week (24 May), by Susan Nguyen.
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“It was a needless rinse, this bowl/ half wood, half smelling from wood/ that’s been taken away, trembling”
Poem of the Week (17 May), by Simon Perchik
The Word
“they cannot ensure a clean death for me/ they cannot ensure my reincarnation back to those lands…”
Poem of the Week (3 May), by Elif Sezen.
Vigil
“For the longest time I thought the night was furred, / a mass of soft hair fallen each dusk.”
Poem of the Week (April 26), by Meg Reynolds.
Note from Orchestra
“I passed a boy with a cloud of smoke/ where his head ought to be:/ a cigarette fume Magritte…”
Poem of the Week (19 April), by Helen Bowell.