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The burning world
On bearing witness to atrocity, (para)social death, fearless futures, and three poems by Krista Franklin, Faisal Mohyuddin, and Mathias Svalina.
Kristin Lueke
Poet. Virgo. Chingona. Everybody eats.
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I know the earth is laughing
There is despair here, audacity too, and hope beyond belief. Also a bunch of recently published poems.
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I am writing with both hands
I seen a new bird and I talk to myself. No surprises, just suggestions, plus a poem by Franz Wright.
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This we'd call a life
Remember, you're an animal. And one day, maybe, you'll be food.
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When the world is flowers
I watched a bee die and did what I could. I listen to poets and give what I can. In this case it's two very short poems about possums.
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We salvage ourselves
Recommendations for living. Also twelve questions, one bird, and two poems.
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These hands that have always held you
I begin a new decade overcome with love. Everything keeps on happening. One thousand hugs and gorgeous evenings. Also some new work in the world.
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Never ate so many stars
A benediction asking Everything, the only god I know, to take care of a friend I never held, and of me, and everyone else. Also a poem that haunts me, gently.
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If you go looking
It has come to my attention I love looking at birds, so now it's everyone's problem. Also a poem that sees something in everything, from the last winter I lived in Chicago.
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We drove into the sun
Let's say there is a place and you feel at home. Let's say you have a thing or two to learn before you get there. Let's say I wrote a poem. What then?
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In your own time
In four weeks every day will be wildly different. Come on, let me read you a poem.
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My people
Six weeks left in Chicago. Three times I got on the bus. The bus is a metaphor, except when it isn't. Plus a perfect poem by Charif Shanahan.