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
awaken.


Daisy Fried: My Brother is Getting Arrested Again

Junior's hand follows where the knife feels to go