Boris Dralyuk
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No one can match Amit Majmudar for forward momentum and hairpin-turns-at-speed in a poem. Here are the opening lines of his 🔥 poem "Prologue to an Unwritten Rewrite of Shakespeare's Coriolanus" in NVR 1.1. Full poem at link. newversereview.com/1-1-amit-majmu…
I am pleased to announce that Maya Clubine is the winner of the first 12-Hour Sonnet Contest for her poem "Sun Inside My Brain." You can read it at pfpoi.blogspot.com/2024/08/winnin…
"Look up: blazing chrysanthemums in rose shriek into bloom above the Tilt-a-Whirls, hang for a blink, then die in smoky swirls." Maryann Corbett, "State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day." brinkerhoffpoetry.org/poems/state-fa…
Join (from anywhere!) writer & translator Jenny Croft (THE EXTINCTION OF IRENA REY) & writer & translator @hannahswebster for FOUND IN TRANSLATION, mod. by award-winning news anchor @dianestern10, Thu, Sep 5, 7pm EDT. Virtual. Free! Sign up at salemlitfest.org.
Very grateful to The Windhover for including a poem of mine in its beautiful new issue. A personal one, a sad one. Sometimes you can’t explain without making things worse, so you say nothing, then write a poem about it a decade later. Right?
The gods have spoken, the gods said nothing New poems The Baffler thebaffler.com/poems/bracket-…
One feels the urge to counter such images with historical depictions of the difficulties actual US mothers faced during the 20th century, but as this Los Angeles Review of Books article about Lange’s “Migrant Mother” shows, even documentary photos could use context: lareviewofbooks.org/article/migran…
A clear-headed patient engagement with my work through one poem The Guardian That I was astonished is part of the darkness that dominates Light nonetheless (and disabled comments) theguardian.com/books/article/…
“Museum,” from James Womack’s WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING? (Carcanet Press), sent a chill up my spine. It took some time for me to figure out why. The perfect pentameter of the first line and the twice-tolled bell of “late” made me expect a rhyme—but it stays hidden, until too late: “fate.”