Member since July 1, 2009 | 3,097 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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DEAR SKY

Meg Hurtado

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We were supposed to meet today; we decided this ten years ago, on a patio. We would meet in a little California town known for its songbirds. //…

DEAR JOHN, AGAIN

Meg Hurtado

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Oh no, forget it, I have everything I need. // This avenue does not matter more than any other. / Lotta music wherever you go. “Does anybody /…

8.13

Sarah Louise Garrido

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Tides of silence, then movement // between us. Fingertips grazing the space / we hold sacred—like ferns, curling / toward the soft light that rests…

7.30

Sarah Louise Garrido

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white hot mountainside // firmness of earth / I can’t forsake // / I take it into me, stone by stone / accumulating heft // / and I can smell the…

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