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The struggle from late youth on, with and without God, agony, narcotics and love is a torment rarely recorded with such sustained eloquence and passion as you will find in this collection. Fanny howethis highly-anticipated debut boldly confronts addiction and courses the strenuous path of recovery, beginning in the wilds of the mind.

. Sometimesyou have to march all the way to Galileeor the literal foot of God himself before you realizeyou've already passed the place whereyou were supposed to die. The recipient of a 2016 ruth lilly and dorothy sargent rosenberg fellowship from the Poetry Foundation and the Lucille Medwick Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, Akbar was born in Tehran, Iran, and currently lives and teaches in Florida.

His poems appear recently or soon in the new Yorker,  PBS NewsHour, Tin House, Poetry, APR, Ploughshares, and elsewhere. Poems confront craving, control, the constant battle of alcoholism and sobriety, and the questioning of the self and its instincts within the context of this never-ending fight. From "stop me if you've heard this one before":      Sometimes you just have to leavewhatever's real to you, you have to clompthrough fields and kick the caps offall the toadstools.

I can no longer rememberthe being afraid, only that it came to an end. Kaveh akbar is the founding editor of Divedapper.

Don't Call Us Dead: Poems

Some of us are killed / in pieces, ” Smith writes, “some of us all at once. Don’t call us dead is an astonishing and ambitious collection, praises, one that confronts, and rebukes America―“Dear White America”―where every day is too often a funeral and not often enough a miracle. Don’t call us dead opens with a heartrending sequence that imagines an afterlife for black men shot by police, violence, love, and grief are forgotten and replaced with the safety, a place where suspicion, and longevity they deserved here on earth.

Finalist for the national book award for poetrywinner of the Forward Prize for Best Collection“Smith's poems are enriched to the point of volatility, but they pay out, often, in sudden joy. The new yorker award-winning poet Danez Smith is a groundbreaking force, urgent subjects, celebrated for deft lyrics, and performative power.

Smith turns then to desire, mortality―the dangers experienced in skin and body and blood―and a diagnosis of HIV positive.


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From the outside, Vuong has fashioned a poetry of inclusion. The new yorker"a masterpiece that captures, with elegance, the raw sorrows and joys of human existence. Buzzfeed books"An important new voice in American poetry. Beloit poetry journal"What a treasure Ocean Vuong is to us. What a gift this book is. Li-young lee"vuong takes from Pound the ability to eternalize a moment.

Poetry "even as vuong leads you through every pleasure a body deserves and all the ensuing grief, that godforsaken thing--alive, singing along to the radio, these poems restore you with hope, suddenly sufficient. Traci brimhall "what this poet sees on the street, or even while studying an apple reminds me of those dreams we have in common: dreams in which we are falling but never touch the ground, in a blizzard, dreams in which we are naked in the presence of men suited for our ruin.

Jericho brown Night sky with Exit Wounds. At once vulnerable and redemptive, compassionate and unforgiving, dreamlike and visceral, these poems seek a myriad existence without forgetting the prerequisite of self-preservation in a world bent on extinguishing its othered voices. Eliot prizea new york times top 10 book of 2016"There is a powerful emotional undertow to these poems that springs from Mr.

Vuong's poems show, cadence, and unrepentant enthrallment, through breath, that a gentle palm on a chest can calm the most necessary of hungers. Praise for ocean vuong:"reading Vuong is like watching a fish move: he manages the varied currents of English with muscled intuition.


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For what? abandonment to God, a cessation of the self--but not so here; no. And yet here in kaveh akbar's book, entreaty is earnest, aimed at the human and particular more often than the divine but at the same time the language and form elevate themselves to the fevered register of desperation. God's got His eye on you now.

Kazim ali night sky with Exit Wounds. The reason we muslims do not pray for things is that it is similarly dangerous for one to call God's attention onto oneself. Here it's real, it's coarse, it's dangerous. Each word in this little book might rise up from somewhere deep in the earth, but they turn into stars.

Nick flynn "in islam prayer is not transactional, poetry is not divorced from the quotidian and portraiture is embraced only in the abstract. And speaking purely for myself, these poems give me life because 'for so long every step I've taken/ has been from one tongue to another. Be careful, little brother.

Was it jung who speculated that alcoholism might be an attempt at a material solution for a spiritual problem? Kaveh Akbar seems able to contain both--he's a demotic, as well as a spiritual, poet the only type of either I trust. But for kaveh akbar, whose very name means 'poetry, ' it is a risk every poem takes with gusto.

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She wanted to be the familygrocery list. Typical Tuesday. My mother was in the hospital & no one wanted to be her friend. Everyone wanted to be soft cooing sympathies. She didn't trust my fatherto be it. Low-fat yogurt, firm tofu. Holding all accountable, this collection fully embraces the loss, life, and abundant joy that come with charting one's own path in identity, grief, and love.

In the hospitalmy mother was in the hospital & everyone wanted to be my friend. But i was busy making a list: good dog, shortskeleton, bad citizen, tall mocha. Currently, he is pursuing a PhD in English and Creative Writing at Texas Tech University. My mother was in the hospital& she didn't want to be her friend.

In this ferocious and tender debut, the cost of necessary goodbyes--all from Asian American, immigrant, Chen Chen investigates inherited forms of love and family--the strained relationship between a mother and son, and queer perspectives. Typical son. No one had the time & our solution to itwas to buy shinier watches.

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Faizullah’s new work extends and transforms her powerful accounts of violence, family, and loss into poems of many forms and voices―elegies, war, and larger-scale confrontations with discrimination, outcries, self-portraits, and memory. Mother said, Dance and the bells will sing with you. I slithered.

Night sky with Exit Wounds. Tarfia faizullah is a poet of brave and unflinching vision. Natasha TretheweySomebody is always singing. Until the hornsI knew were there were visible. Until the doorknob went silent. I did notdie. Songswere not allowed. Glass beneath my feet. Ilocked the door. From “100 bells”registers of illuminated Villages is Tarfia Faizullah’s highly anticipated second collection, following her award-winning debut, Seam.

I shaved my head. One poem steps down the page like a slinky; another poem responds to makeup homework completed in the summer of a childhood accident; other poems punctuate the collection with dark meditations on dissociation, “Register of Eliminated Villages, discipline, defiance, one a Qur’an in which the speaker’s name might be found, ” suggests illuminated texts, and destiny; and the near-title poem, and the other a register of 397 villages destroyed in northern Iraq.

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Night sky with Exit Wounds. Limón has often been a poet who wears her heart on her sleeve, but in these extraordinary poems that heart becomes a “huge beating genius machine” striving to embrace and understand the fullness of the present moment. I am full of love. Finalist for the national book award and national book critics circle award a best poetry book of 2015: New York Times and Buzzfeed Bright Dead Things examines the chaos that is life, the dangerous thrill of living in a world you know you have to leave one day, and marvelous, and the search to find something that is ultimately “disorderly, and ours.

A book of bravado and introspection, of 21st century feminist swagger and harrowing terror and loss, this fourth collection considers how we build our identities out of place and human contact—tracing in intimate detail the various ways the speaker’s sense of self both shifts and perseveres as she moves from New York City to rural Kentucky, ages past the capriciousness of youth, loses a dear parent, and falls in love.

I am beautiful. Building on the legacies of forebears such as frank o’Hara, Limón’s work is consistently generous and accessible—though every observed moment feels complexly thought, and Mark Doty, felt, Sharon Olds, and lived. I am dying, ” the poet writes. Milkweed Editions.


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Written during the first two hundred days of the Trump presidency, these poems are haunted by the country's past and future eras and errors, its dreams and nightmares. Milkweed Editions. Night sky with Exit Wounds. Inventive, compassionate, melancholy, hilarious, and bewildered--the wonders of this new collection are irreducible and stunning.

Finalist for the national book award and the national book critics circle award in poetryone of the New York Times Critics' Top Books of 2018A powerful, Terrance Hayes, timely, dazzling collection of sonnets from one of America's most acclaimed poets, the National Book Award-winning author of Lighthead"Sonnets that reckon with Donald Trump's America.

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Night sky with Exit Wounds. Finalist for the national book award for poetrywhereas her birth signaled the responsibility as mother to teach what it is to be Lakota therein the question: What did I know about being Lakota? Signaled panic, blood rush my embarrassment. What did i know of our language but pieces? Would I teach her to be pieces? Until a friend comforted, Don’t worry, you and your daughter will learn together.

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Milkweed Editions. Graywolf Press. To sing she motions simultaneously with her hands; I watch her be in multiple musics. From “whereas statements”whereas confronts the coercive language of the United States government in its responses, treaties, and apologies to Native American peoples and tribes, and reflects that language in its officiousness and duplicity back on its perpetrators.

I am, i must friend, “a citizen of the united states and an enrolled member of the oglala sioux Tribe, I must observe, I must listen, ” she writes, meaning I am a citizen of the Oglala Lakota Nation―and in this dual citizenship I must work, I must art, I must mother, I must eat, constantly I must live.

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In this virtuosic array of poems, shards, lists, and sequences, Sharif assembles her family's and her own fragmented narratives in the aftermath of warfare. Let me look at you. Daily i sitwith the languagethey've madeof our languageto NEUTRALIZEthe CAPABILITY of LOW DOLLAR VALUE ITEMslike you. You are what is referred to asa "CASUALTY.

From "personal Effects" Night sky with Exit Wounds. Graywolf Pr. Those repercussions echo into the present day, in the grief for those killed in America's invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq, and in the discrimination endured at the checkpoints of daily encounter. At the same time, these poems point to the ways violence is conducted against our language.

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