Member since June 13, 2010 | 3,763 Readings |

JP Grasser

MFA student in poetry at JHU.

Recent Work

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Hai. You’re visible, away. I’m invisible / Because I’m writing this sonnet, see: / The chain-mailed gauntlet of verse, quibbling / With a word…

How To Avoid Crashing And Burning

JP Grasser

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A dozen strands of wiry nipple hair / Are all I can honestly claim. / And claim them I do, like / The luggage at carousel four— / If not…

Lullaby

JP Grasser

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Two mitts and a ball pressed to my chest, / muffling my heart / -thumping in my ears!- / And I beg him to play with me, just a short catch, / I…

Back Into The Sea We Will Go

JP Grasser

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The month before your mother / Will die is the busiest month, / Trying to say as much as possible / While she can hear the least. / / She…

Not Forgetting Nebraska

JP Grasser

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Grandad never owned a lawn mower. / In a sort of shuffle-jig, like a line dance / that he’d learned at Shore’s, / He would shake out kerosene or…

The Bath

JP Grasser

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You’ll slip into the bath water warm / And comfortable and slimy, / With your aromatic candle / And blue laptop light flickering / Side by…

On the Destruction of Troy

JP Grasser

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Mother will pay you / Ten dollars an hour / To do your manual suburban labor. / / Mowing the lawn / Strummed no strings / Of your heart…

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Please Explain Please Explain Please

Rebecca Hazelton

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Every man might have a winter / he holds secret to himself, / a night so cold the ears / of cattle brittle and break, / a vast dark he can only…

THE UNDERWATER CITY

Rebecca Hazelton

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You were happy, and thus, suspect. Inquiries were made. / Your weight and height were measured at different times, / under varying conditions....

WEST ELM

Rebecca Hazelton

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// in the forest we gather fallen branches / twig texture modeled on the spiraling / horns of an African antelope / / barefoot birds / …

NO CHILDREN, WILL TRAVEL

Rebecca Hazelton

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// she knew when the pollen coated the car / in sulfur slip / it was another summer / with no child / / with no child / they travel…

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