Books of Poetry I Am Reading This Weekend
John Yau: Paradiso Diaspora
The children like to keep spiders in their biscuits.
It is why I never eat bread while playing the piano.
Page Ackerson-Kiely: In No One’s Land
It is October, an October said low under a light meant to resemble candlelight. Pretty. The leaves do their best to hang on; no onegoes to the store until there is no choice.
Cole Swensen: Ghosts are Hope
We think of ghosts as people and we're wrong. An opening
an open one
which is why it's so often houses that are haunted. Let you attic. Let you not
Daisy Fried: My Brother is Getting Arrested Again
Junior's hand follows where the knife feels to go