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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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