Paranoia and Prudery are compatible coordinates in the exact plane of deliverance
“It will deny and deny, as if/ Paranoia comes with plumed fluorescent feathers./ As if prudery is self-acknowledging.” Weekend poem, by Divya Rajan.
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On missing the family
“This is how he remembers his family,/ this is how he misses them. Meanwhile,/ just outside the dingy rented room they/ still go on fighting…” Weekend poem, by Souradeep Roy.
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Bluestocking at twilight
“She’d watch her victims—only in a mirror—/ Their eyes held loose verbs from books she’d once read/ and read just once.” Weekend poem, by Mark J. Mitchell.
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Maria
“I’ve more sins than they have saints/ She laughs, and prays her hand to her mouth…” Weekend Poem, by Phoebe Stuckes.
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My Parents as the House Fire
“…sitting on the couch eyes closed/ he doesn’t answer as wallpaper pulls itself free/ curls into the face of the fire…” Weekend Poem, by Chelsey Harris.
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Stockholm
“I think, then, about the kidnapped girl,/ leaving the basement for the ï¬rst time in her life,/ if she still loved him…” Weekend poem, by Sarah Fletcher.
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Amnesty
“…She wiped/ down her cheeks to tell us// Srebrenica is in the new Serbia…” Weekend Poem, by Stuart Pickford.
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In Praise of Maths
“A pyramid here, a statue there,/ But now why bother?…” Weekend Poem, by Heidi McKinley
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Reading Elif Shafak in the Rain
“But still the call,/ and a boy in white with flowers…” Weekend Poem, by Carl Boon.
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After Much Ice and Snow Televised from Vancouver I Wonder If Tu Fu Is Dry & Safe In His “Night in the House by the Riverâ€
“In this world what we have/ Keep us wide awake all night…” Weekend poem, by DeWitt Clinton, adapted from Tu Fu.
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