from The Book of Sir Thomas More, Act 2, Scene 4
This month, as we transition from the good work of poetry editor Mike Liaw, and
before we enjoy the good work of new poetry editor Amy Katherine Cannon, we will
be pulling poems
Poetry
The Hand that Feeds You
When I get that hand of Jesus in my teeth,
his blood cascading down my chin,
I believe but help my unbelief —
to my spirit preach
a gospel of bruised red grapes and
“Only Connect”
“This poem can change a person’s entire way of being,” my professor Chad
Wriglesworth said of Denise Levertov’s “Caedmon.” A high claim for a poem—and
it’s true for me.
![[Re-post:] In Defense of War Poetry](/content/images/size/w960/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/KoreanWarFallenSoldier1.jpg)
[Re-post:] In Defense of War Poetry
[The following article, originally published April 11, 2014, is being re-posted
today in honor of Memorial Day, a holiday established for remembrance of those
who have died while serving in the U.S.
Foreclosure
Only sentient beings can be wretched: a ruined house
is not. Nor is its yard of thinning chickens,
enclosed by what looks like an agility course—
hollowed barrels, nestless lean-tos.
When one chicken