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Stuck In A Ball

  Stuck In A Ball   Think of the rivers of blood, spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters, of a fraction, of a dot. – Carl Sagan   If you want to feel really small you think of Carl and his photograph […]

Posted in Broadside Thirty, Poetry

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A Fly

Walking outside now, beyond the baled

alfalfa, I gaze up where a comet dashes like a mouse

across the kitchen floor of heaven, and there, just below

the Belt of Orion, the photo-ionized gas of the Trapezium

Cluster glows part red blood cell, part luminous wing.

Posted in From The Vault, Poetry

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Minnesotan Association of Rogue Taxidermists

  Minnesotan Association of Rogue Taxidermists   We’ve all had to confront our chimeras and give them life.   If not life, a voice.   If not voice, a body more true to their 1-3 immortal soul(s).   Only we can take the garter snake and recognize the hydra in its separate skins.   You […]

Posted in Broadside Thirty, Poetry

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Fishes’ Tears

  Fishes’ Tears Translated from the Ukrainian by Alan Zhukovski   Spring passes! Birds cry. Fishes’ eyes Are filled with tears. —Matsuo Basho   after the flood subsided we listened attentively to fishes’ tongueless weeping through the lines and planes of gelid water the fishes swam above our sunken ships and we observed the gently […]

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Ode to the Tampon

From Issue 66 Ode to the Tampon Inside-out clothing; queen’s robe; white-jacketed worker who clears the table prepared for the feast which goes uneaten; hospital orderly; straitjacket which takes into its folded wings the spirit of the uncapturable one; soldier’s coat; dry dock for the boat not taken; seeker of the red light of stars […]

Posted in From the Magazine, Poetry

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Philadelphia, Negro

    As we can’t get enough of Gregory Pardlo (his lecture, reading, and pants were some of the top highlights of our recently completed summer workshop), we thought we would revisit his poem from issue #54.  Philadelphia, Negro Alien-faced patriot in my Papa’s mirrored aviators that reflected a mind full of cloud keloids, the […]

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Birch Skin

The girl holds her thin bark
against the paling sun
in the overcast sky.

Don’t scratch your scab. Foxes
are drawn to the smokey smell
of your healing wound.

Posted in From The Vault, Poetry

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Last Sext: An Excerpt

I AM ABOUT TO BE HAPPY Can you feel it? You are art and you are not art Yesterday I thought it was good to be dead I babbled, a wildwoman boiling your pelt I wore you as my t-shirt and mouth I said it was good for you to be art Save me from […]

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HONEYMOON

From our current Summer Reading issue, Dorianne Laux’s “HONEYMOON.”   Dorianne Laux’s most recent collections are Facts about the Moon and The Book of Men. She teaches poetry in North Carolina Sate University’s MFA Program. 

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Yellow Berries

I stop to peer down into the undergrowth–
a tangle of bushes,
small yellow berries in clusters,

a sudden reminder
that no scalpel is whizzing
along my abdomen this morning,

nor have I been taped to a chair
in order to be questioned, slapped,
and asked the same question again.

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A God To Belong To

  A GOD TO BELONG TO   I want to kiss as I want to weed the garden—a cleansing.   This, too, is how God would kiss, I imagine. I am myself also   a God. Because my body, too, housing surprise at the grand narratives   we’ve created. Heaven, Hell— just other words for […]

Posted in Broadside Thirty, Poetry

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Final Girl

The last scene belonged to the final girl, who survived.

Took off down the highway, a storm in the night. She knew:
always you’re the girl or the knife.

Posted in Broadside Thirty, Poetry

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In Bowling Class, I Think of Dad Taking Things Three Months at a Time

In Olympia, my father

to whom I will not speak,

whose face heavies with the shrinking

ledger of days,

plants azaleas after surgery, the grooves

in his fingers filling with soil

and mercy.

Posted in Broadside Thirty, General, Poetry

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We Learn To Be Human

From our current Faith issue.  For you Portlanders (or those with private jets who fly around the country for literary events), Alicia will be reading this Thursday at our Holocene party.  WE LEARN TO BE HUMAN I attended the online seminar on shame it helped for a minute more importantly I’ve been loving the goddess for a […]

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Poetry Month Gems

April is National Poetry Month, so we thought we’d check in with our staff for some poetry recommendations. Where better to start than with Matthew Dickman, our Poetry Editor: Matthew: I can’t stop reading work by Khadijah Queen. Her poems are dynamic, ecstatic, and important. Copies of her books Fearful Beloved and Non-Sequitur are never […]

Posted in Desiderata, General, Poetry

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Bloodline

  The loneliest feeling, she said on a day when the sky was clear, is watching an airplane fly away,   and in the middle of Valentine Texas a single machine mends railroad tracks, cracks splinter form   while buzzards string red remains over gravel lanes.   Before, she created still-life with oil paint and […]

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Improvisation without Accompaniment

Give me something gold to grapple with: three

apples to juggle, a scrap of paper to fold

into a dove.

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Diagram of Select Cuts

From Issue #62 DIAGRAM OF SELECT CUTS Divided like a continent. Spitting image of the British Jack. Brisket I whispered, disregarding the language of the area, I am on to you. Who doesn’t want to be reconfigured? Asking nothing of the condemned but bones and a clean break. This close to you I am skeletal, […]

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The Jewel Heist

From our Theft Issue, the tables turn as Mary Higgins Clark gets robbed.  Eighteen years ago, I decided to insure my jewelry. I realized that over the years I had gradually accumulated valuable rings, necklaces, bracelets, and pins. The reason for my treasure trove was that every year when I turned in the latest book […]

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Lost & Found: CJ Evans on Thomas James

More than thirty years ago Thomas James shot himself in the head, but this isn’t about that. When I was twenty-seven, Lucie Brock-Broido gave me, like she had given countless other poets over the years, a poorly xeroxed copy of James’s Letters to a Stranger, but this isn’t about that either. As I read him […]

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Before Surgery

Keep it on the DL, but a little bird told us Dorianne Laux might appear in our Summer 2016 issue. In celebration of these rumors, here is one of her fine poems from Issue 48. In another life you might hear the song of your neighbor clipping the hedges, a sound oddly pleasant, three coarse […]

Posted in From The Vault, Poetry

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Your Horoscope by Blakely and Jorg

As accurate now as it was when it first appeared in Tin House Issue 33: Fantastic Women. Aries—A harsh wind blows on the ram this year and heavy wool socks are strongly recommended. Hot potatoes work well too, and yelling at your delinquent daughters, who will pierce their tongues after the first Virgo moon. Taurus—Get a […]

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Heaven

1. It’s a book full of ghost children, safely dead, where dead means hidden, or wanting or not wanting to be known.   2. Heaven is symmetric with respect to rotation. It’s beautiful when one thing changes while another thing remains the same.   3. Fading redundnacies. Feathery runs. Alternate wisps. Imaginary sprung striations. Imaginary meaning […]

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Nite Nite

None of the dolls could sleep. The braided rug dreamt of being a traveling companion. The snow stopped, briefly, on its way past the window. The mother and father did not touch each other, but each felt they could hear laughter coming from China, and the child felt knocked by the earth, and though she […]

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The Tin House Podcast: Uses of the Elegiac, with Amy Gerstler

“How far can/will the elegy stretch?” Amy Gerstler asked our workshop participants this July. “Are there limits to what conventional or unconventional elegy can mourn, memorialize, honor, metabolize, question? Are there angry, comic, upbeat and/or love elegies? How about some stealth elegies?” In her quest to find out, Gerstler examined poems from Terrance Hayes, Li […]

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