Member since July 1, 2009 | 3,648 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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It’s difficult to picture what I want / to give you, but the pale lip of magnolia, / invisibly opening to sing, is the closest. / Its song begins…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Grief is just love with no place to go. / What bullshit—I know, because my grief / seeks out every last corner, howling / in the unspoken. Did you…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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The storm prattles on, turning my insides / out. Turning time, each day rages forth, / unremarkable. I make remarks, avert my eyes, / avoid…

IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE

Meg Hurtado

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// Salvation falls on deaf ears only, darling— // “If either of you sees a stranger / around here, it’s me.” // * / They can’t help dancing…

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