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Poets Forum on Contemporary Poetry July 29, 2009

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POETS FORUM ON CONTEMPORARY POETRY

October 15-17, 2009

Presented by The Academy of American Poets
Discussions and readings with:
Frank Bidart, Rita Dove, Lyn Hejinian, Edward Hirsch, Harryette Mullen, Sharon Olds, Ron Padgett, Carl Phillips, Robert Pinsky, Kay Ryan, Gerald Stern, Susan Stewart, Jean Valentine, Ellen Bryant Voigt

Purchase tickets online at www.poets.org/poetsforum

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How Ironic, Her Angel Tattoo July 27, 2009

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How Ironic, Her Angel Tattoo

 

My sister again, briefly,

not distrusted or distanced,

just loved.  I missed her,

wondered how the mauve

cotton candy stuck still in an almost

midnight sky, the midtones low,

early bonds in high contrast,

our present, unreal, more of a liar

than memory. Her cherub smile,

only some hours high in my mind again,

how she mended her wings.

 

– Melanie Henderson

 

Oh, Henry… July 21, 2009

gatesandlee 

Black scholar’s arrest raises profiling questions

 

By MELISSA TRUJILLO, Associated Press Writer Melissa Trujillo, Associated Press Writer 1 hr 32 mins ago

BOSTON – Police responding to a call about “two black males” breaking into a home near Harvard University ended up arresting the man who lives there — Henry Louis Gates Jr., the nation’s pre-eminent black scholar.

Gates had forced his way through the front door because it was jammed, his lawyer said. Colleagues call the arrest last Thursday afternoon a clear case of racial profiling.

Cambridge police say they responded to the well-maintained two-story home after a woman reported seeing “two black males with backpacks on the porch,” with one “wedging his shoulder into the door as if he was trying to force entry.”

More at: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_harvard_scholar_disorderly

 

DCee Love (in Photos) July 20, 2009

Brothers

Brothers

 

Go Go Nate & the Ms.

Go Go Nate & the Ms.

 

 

Sandals July 17, 2009

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Sandals 

for Sister, A.

 

Down a hot hill

with bumblebee Deere trucks,

a 4 year old cockroach, smashed

right wing partly detached,

yellow red blinks at every corner.

 

Our morning full,

mine with love-making, unruly hair

and coveted sleep,

yours with surrender — duende,

the edge of something

loved, our angles, sharpie-thick lines,

zigged, crucified lane markers.

 

                            I want to be where you are

(Instead of here)

Near the false crown of your wig,

            To hover the bellies

            of my fingertips over your face

            which begs no mercy.

 

– Melanie Henderson

 

Integers Only July 15, 2009

Integers Only

 

To handle a raindrop,

What you asked for

& what God gave you,

The skin which faced you yesterday

Is plied somehow differently this dawn,

 

What you asked for

& what precipitated

Is uncomfortable for most of an hour,

When the minutes fade, zeros are in reach,

So many zeros, beautiful planets.

 

– Melanie Henderson

 

Cornflower Blue July 13, 2009

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Cornflower Blue

 

Study a morning

          In our city

           With no sky

A notion of pretty wings

Mouthing you, a song of licked chimes

I repeat the sounds lowly

Until your melody’s integral

enough to belt someday,

to make a summer’s memory

imbue the wind’s helixes.

 All previous breezes observe briefly,

 Lashes low,

 Then walk on by.

 

 Melanie Henderson

 

Rubbing English July 6, 2009

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Rubbing English

braver than leaning into scented thorns

of a sole fluorescent rose

learning the language of a man

harrows  harps  hovers

in a woman’s worry to be fresh

soiled & supple enough

to absorb the speak of eyes

the error of voice

between grape-skinned lips

the error of voice

to absorb the speak of eyes

soiled & supple enough

in a woman’s worry to be fresh

hovers   harps   harrows

leaning into thorns of a man

a sole fluorescent rose.

– Melanie Henderson