Read them, here.
“Oh, you would’ve liked a better ending!” she exclaims. “That’s too bad. Next time, show up to the right story.” She opens her heart and says, “Hmm, let’s see what is given to me today to write about.” She is hoping for a new page.
I want to be a self-starter, she thinks, I want to finish with sparks. And then she is little girl, catching fireflies in the summer. Each glow, a story; each glow, an ordinary sun.
She paces on the line; squeezes between two words and then line-jumps. She is glad to see the margin, and leans there for a minute. It bends, bridging into another margin. Even the heart has architecture, she thinks.
This is her great love: this figuring; this terror-slaying; this air raid of wonder.
I want to be involved with a stanza, she thinks. She wants something to call her own. A page turns. “I love you,” it says, “I love you.” “I love you.”
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Check out my “Love Song of Fiona and the Axeman” based on American Horror Story in vol 2 of the Valentines Edition of POETRYCRUSH !! (one of my favorite sites!)
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From Picnic at Hanging Rock “To Saint Valentine!”
An honor to valentine with heartbreakers: Joe Hall, Cheryl Quimba, Joanna Penn Cooper, Leah Umansky, Larry Sawyer, Peter Kline, Brittany Perham, Sara Lefsyk, Gregory Crosby, Kristy Bowen, Maria Teutsch, Sasha Fletcher, Lauren Hunter, DJ Dolack, Stephanie Berger, Justin Petropoulos, Erika Anderson & J. Hope Stein (me).
Moving ever slower
just as square brackets
hug a sentence my
unfortunate nature is
to buckle as you bend.
Hailstorm our guardian so
expansive. Where to spend
all the soft paper. Just as
the only road leads
away from here, we
will not ever recover.
Joe Hall & Cheryl Quimba
VALENTINE FOR YOUR BOSS
Don’t hesitate to serve your boss.
sit quietly and he will come to you.
The blessing of an employee
is in the corners of her mouth.
The blessing of a plot
is in its time of being worked.
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Here’s the cover of DON DREAMS AND I DREAM
Grateful for this!
Originally posted on As It Ought to Be:
By Leah Umansky
Game of Thrones
In this story, she is fire-born:
knee-deep in the shuddering world.
In this story, she knows no fear,
for what is fractured is a near-bitten star,
a false-bearing tree,
or a dishonest wind.
In this story, fear is a house gone dry.
Fear is not being a woman.
I’m no ordinary woman, she says.
My dreams come true.
And she says and she is
and I say, yes, give me that.
(Today’s poem originally appeared via The Poetry Foundation/POETRY Magazine and appears here today with permission from the poet.)
Leah Umansky’s first book of poems, Domestic Uncertainties, is out now by BlazeVOX [Books.] Her Mad-Men inspired chapbook, Don Dreams and I Dream is forthcoming from Kattywompus Press in early 2014. She has been a contributing writer for BOMB Magazine’s BOMBLOG and Tin House, a…
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