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Annie Thorburn
Annie Thorburn lives in New England. Her poetry is inspired by a deep and abiding love of the natural world, and a fascination with humanity's attempts to understand and relate to it.
Recent Work
Manifesto
Annie Thorburn
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I was born with a splinter in my chest / and I took my first steps with / the stride of a fugitive. I was born / with a heart that beat…
From an Airplane Somewhere Over the Midwest
Annie Thorburn
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Eventually the luminous veins / of the city give way to / the fertile dark of earth and / sky. The sun has already / punctured the tenuous / …
Near the End of Autumn
Annie Thorburn
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I am tripping through brambles. I hack and tear at branches. / Thorns interrogate my thighs. My bleeding / proves my innocence. I cannot be a…
December Psalm
Annie Thorburn
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I would not bind the Word of God in pages, / but let it scrawl itself haphazardly / across the faces of the aged, aching / men whose lives were…
Birches
Annie Thorburn
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Who knows if they’re the fingers of / some long-dead giant, / reduced by gust and gale to pale weathered bone / that sticks spindling out of the…
Columbus Day
Annie Thorburn
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Honey ran down the stained-glass window / of the mausoleum. / It tasted sweet, like pomegranates. / / The tomb was silent / and pregnant as…
Untitled
Annie Thorburn
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(poetry is a matter of spontaneous combustion) / / / In the dilapidated old store-room of your brain, / there are, maybe, / / a few faded…
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Ink Node, 2009–2021
Brian Christian
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Ink Node was conceived in Seattle in 2008 by Brian Christian and Evan Nagle, who imagined a different model for what a literary publication could…
His Name Might Be Adam
Annmarie Lockhart
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We watch him fall because that is all / we can do: Bear witness to an action / that is unbearable. / / He hasn’t been identified; all these / …
2014 DX110
Ray Sharp
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Is Earth’s name for an asteroidthat will whiz by tonightlike a hard slider low and awayjust off the black, a swingand a miss, oh-one count,no outs,…
Graveyard
Robert Moura
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When I was eight years of age I lived near a forest of evergreens, Their needles strewn across the grounds, / And rocks like headboards…
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