Member since July 1, 2009 | 4,714 Readings |

Thomas Gibney

is the poet laureate of abandoned boxcars.

Recent Work

Brooklyn by way of Piedmont

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I’ve been to Asheville. Maudeville. Dollywood. / The vaudevillian neon ache, the cannibal notions of a circus / population fucked up on…

Poemnation

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It’s like we’ve said before: earth won’t fluff / its cushions for us, why should heaven? / Idiocy makes for good talk, but / / banter alone…

“I’m alone in the…”

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I’m alone in the tourniquet of shade in / the garden watching apples assail space / with the way they punctuate it. / / They’re so good at…

Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.

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Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Even waking up to more pain, / to the limits of my empathy, / another day in a world made for people / like me, even in this sour dawn, /…

THE SOUND OF MUSIC // a commentary

Meg Hurtado

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This nightgown: // I might hate it, / but it gives me hope. // / Liesl’s dress … is it dirty because / she talked to a Nazi? Or is she merely /…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Breathe in, sun-dusted hour, / chirps and clicks of a world that precedes us. / Ancient sun, eternal moon. If I only knew / I could meet you, warm…

LOVE IN THE TIME OF CORONAVIRUS

Meg Hurtado

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// The elderly still holding hands and then // remembering, letting go at the light, // / a black-masked stranger on wheels / mumbling a…

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